#comentarycrew

Nights came as fast as days passed,and Will felt utterly hopeless .His apartment was flooded in trash and he smelled like death.Will put off videos,streams,and showers for a whole week.Eating wasnt pleasurable ,neither was drinking anymore.He only found solace in sleep.When day 4 of his depressional slum hit - Will wished he could sleep forever.He wished he wasnt the way he was,if only he could change,if only he could be born again-normal and innocent.When day 6 of his depressional slum hit- Will just stopped trying-the little food he got into his system per day turned to air,and the empty vodka bottles piled up on his bedroom floor and cigarette ash stained his bed.Everyone was worried for Will,his mother could feel the slow tears trailing down his face as he spoke-the kind of fake happyness you can only muster up to at out at your lowest.His friends stopped trying around day 5,beacause all of their effort was for nothing when they knew Will couldnt wait to hang up on their calls so he could return do the bottle on his nightstand.Most importantly James was worried sick.James couldnt stand the silence and he realised he had to do something before Will did something he could regret,Will was sick-just in a different way than other people-and James needed to help him .James couldnt waste more time than he already wasted contemplating.

James basiclly ran to Wills apartment and just as he knocked and banged at the door he felt like there was no hope.He didnt want to imagine what Will did to himself in there-the flashes of Wills pale ,limp body hanging from a noose or bleeding to death flooded Jamess mind.James dropped to his knees,his bruised kneecaps hitting the marble floor.

Did he just loose Will?

"P-please fuckin ..Please fucking open the door" James slowly whispered to himself with his hand to the door,his prayer was almost angelic like he was reaching out for God himself to help him.

The door opened.

Will stood there -swinging like a hammock and barely keeping himself balanced on the door frame he was leaning against.

James jumped up from his position as if God himself got Will to open that door.James never hugged somebody so tight-it was like his body was connected to Wills with superglue and he prayed that he could have Will in his arms so tightly gripped forever.Will could only sob like a baby-his big tears streaming down his already tear soaked face,they migrated to Wills couch never letting go-James held hi so tightly like he would never get another chance to touch or feel Wills slender body.

"J-james im fuckin fine just dont make a big deal this"

"You re "fucking fine"?It doesnt look like it Will you re fucking sick just look at yourself."

It felt like a punch to the gut.Will could barely look around himself to realise what a mess he made out of all of this.He plopped down on the couch and for the first time in 10 days he was fine with dealing with this.

"Im not okay with being me anymore James-i cant put off the fact that i think i like you."

It shattered Jamess heart to pieces realising that Will doesnt see how perfect every part of him is.

"Hey baby,its fine we can deal with this together"

Wills breathing stopped-he was for once finally loved in his life and he couldnt accept it.

"J-james?"

At this point they were both crying big crocodile tears,every word rolling of their tounges like a fucking bowling ball.

"Yeah?"James could barely speak,a smirk perking around the corner of his lips.

Will finally felt at peace-like is whole body recieved a sedative at once.

"I think i like you .I-im sorry and i know its not the right time and-"

James grabbed the nape of Wills neck and pulled in for a kiss.Their lips and tounges worked in tandem and the need for air felt like an after thought.

"Im fine with that,i like you too Will."

Their teeth clanked together and even the spit they exchanged felt intoxicating;and Will for once felt at peace.

"I love you Jamesie"