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Will was sitting in his office, looking through essays, when Sonny came in. Sonny still looked the same, after all these years. He was just 39 but he still looked like he was in his mid-twenties. Will smiled and stood up. Carefully he closed the door before going to Sonny and kissing him. The fire was still there and Will knew that Sonny felt it two.
For a moment time stood still, Will forgot where he was. The longer the kiss took, the more Will was giving into Sonny's arms, his smell, his warmth. He could forget the world around him.
Suddenly he heard how someone cleared one's throat.
Instantly he turned around, letting go of Sonny, who was jumping back, as if he was planning to hide in a corner of the office.
"Sorry, Mr Horton. I can come back later. I am so sorry." Will saw Grace Fallon who looked really confused. He shook his head went behind his desk. He pointed to the chairs in front of him.
"Please sit down. Do you mind Mr Kiriakis being here?" Grace was quiet and refused to answer. Maybe she hadn't heard the question.
But Sonny took his coat, Will had peeled off of him. Then he aspirated a kiss of his cheek.
"See you later." Sonny silently left the room and closed the door behind him.
Will didn't feel good. He wasn't in the closet but he felt that a professor shouldn't act gay. He feared to loose respect. And a teacher without respect – he stopped himself right there. Something else was more important right now.
"How can I help you?"
Grace looked at him directly, the first time since he was caught kissing someone.
"I … I was wondering whether … Do you see a chance to give me my report without the heading which reads 'Salem University'?"
Will was confused. Why did she need that? But indeed he knew a way.
"Sure thing."
Grace looked happy.
"Thank you." She stood up and went to the door. But before she lay her hand on the door knob she turned around.
"Can I ask you something else? Something really personal?" Will took a breath. He had known she wouldn't leave without referring to him and Sonny, who would. He showed to the chair again and Grace sat down again.
"I am sorry to ask you this, but are you ill?"
"Pardon?"
Grace looked to his desk, fixating pens and paper.
"My dad... He always says Homosexuality is a disease." Will's eyes got bigger. It was scary how some parents influenced their children in this way. The society would never change if bigotry was given to the next generation.
"That is not true," he said, trying to stay calm. It wasn't the fault of Grace. "To be gay is just who I am. Just like I am blonde."
He smiled at her. She didn't smile back but at least she was looking to him. He might have a chance with her, if she looked up to him, she might listen.
"And … how did you know … that … you know..." Will wondered about the question. He knew what he had to do. Whatever trouble she might had, he might be able to help. Just like Sonny did to him. He smiled again, thinking how Sonny was his mentor and how he could be hers.
"Know that I was gay? I just felt wrong with my friends and girlfriends. Only when I was with other gay people I felt free. I could be myself."
Grace nodded. She looked suddenly very sad.
"Can I ask you, why you've asked me that, Grace?" Her eyes shimmered. He thought to see some tears, still in her eyes.
"I just feel so alone. I feel like somethings missing." Will grabbed her hand, lying on the desk.
"And your parents?"
"I already talked to them," She did? "But they wouldn't listen." Will was standing up, walked around the table and sat down at the chair next to her. He put his hand to her shoulder.
"When you need someone to talk to, I am here. And I will listen. I promise." Grace nodded again, stood up and went.
On her way home Ariana thought about what she saw. Thought about what he said. Thought about what she asked. And most importantly how safe she felt in his office.
Before she knew what she did, she turned her car around and drove to the shop of her mom. She parked her car at the front entrance and went inside.
"Mom? Mom?" She shouted around the shop. Some customers turned around, but she didn't care.
Gaby waved at her, when she came into the shop from the storage room.
Ariana went to the counter and spoke slowly and quietly.
"Mom? Is being gay an illness?"
Gaby shook the head.
"Of course it isn't, honey. Even your father is ..."
Ariana didn't believe what she heard.
"My father is GAY?" She screamed the last word through the shop. Gaby cringed her face.
"No, no. I didn't mean that." "What did you mean then?"
Her mother looked around the shop for a second.
"I meant that even your father thinks this way. He doesn't think bad of gays and he can be a little prejudiced sometimes."
Ariana nodded though she knew that her mom hat no clue. Her dad had said what he thinks about gay people more than once.
"I am sorry for shouting at you and your customers. I am really am." Ariana stormed of, leaving Gaby behind.