Chapter Twelve: Son?
"Hey Kid." Page opened his eyes and blinked at the bright room.
In one hand William carried a tray full of food. Eggs, bacon and toast littered the full platter. William set it on Pages lap and Page stared at it with awe. He hadn't had this much food since... well, ever.
William dragged over a chair and sat next to the bed. Page released his stone grip on the ring around his neck. All night he had slept holding it and when he let it go, the ring came tumbling out onto his chest.
William froze. Page didn't notice. He picked up a piece of toast and nibbled on the edge. It tasted SO good, but he didn't want to be impolite. He wondered if the sea monsters outside ate this everyday. If so, he wanted to be one.
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William stared at the ring. He would know that small steel band anywhere. From his seat across from Page he could see the small letters of cursive inside. He looked up at the boy.
Page finally seemed to notice his distress. He shifted uncomfortably. "Are you alright... Will?" Will barely heard the question. He noticed he was trembling. He pointed to the ring and tried to summon up a strong voice. That ring brought back so many painful memories...
"Where did you get that ring?" His voice was low and dull. Page looked at him with scared eyes.
"I-I don't know sir.." Page swallowed hard. "I'm an orphan, when I washed up on a beach, the only thing I had was... this ring. I assume it was my mother's." Williams mind was muddy. Flashes of Elizabeth, him, the ring, and a blond hair brown eyes boy who had their ring.
William sat back. The wall of information hitting him at such speed he felt winded. Page abandoned his food. He slid the silver platter over off his legs. He moved just so a ray if sunlight from outside caught his hair.
William gasped and stumbled back out of the chair.
No. No. No...
Her hair. This boy had her hair. The soft glow of his blond-brown hair made William want to sit down and sob. He hadn't seen that hair in fourteen years.
Page, startled by the sudden reaction turned his scared brown eyes to William. Only now, pressed against the door did William recognise them as his own. For he had seen those eyes in the mirror every day for the past fourteen years.
He heaved great breaths, staring at the floor. This boy.. This boy was... no. He couldn't believe it. He looked up at the boy.
His golden hair. Slightly tanned skin, slender nose, dark brown eyes. It had to be. He looked back down at the ground.
"You're my son..."
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