![]() ![]() Will doesn’t know anyone who Jonathan hates that much. Jonathan casts a hesitant glance at him and winces, before directing a scowl at the phone. Will catches the end of a phrase that sounds like if he doesn’t want to, I’m not going to make him, and pauses at the wall. He reaches the lounge, where Jonathan was stood tensely with the phone held up to his ear. He slowly pushes open his door and makes his way down the hall, the squeak of the wooden floors doing nothing to hide his approach. Thankfully, the ringing had stopped and Will could hear Jonathan speaking quietly to whoever was on the line, but Will was curious. So, as he stops mid-stroke, the harsh red standing out against the previous neutral tones of the piece, he takes a step back and, with a carefully controlled exhale, goes to check on the phone. Beforehand, he’d tried everything to get his mind to shut up-listened to music, talked to himself, buried his head in a pile of pillows-but nothing seemed to work except for painting. He’d just managed to get into the peaceful lull of painting, the sound of his paintbrush on the canvas becoming a soothing white noise accompanying his echoing thoughts. The shrill ringing of the phone snaps Will out of his concentration, and he shoots a dark look at the door to his bedroom. ← Previous Work Part 15 of going nowhere Next Work → Stats: Published: Words: 1,836 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 16 Kudos: 573 Bookmarks: 28 Hits: 4,391
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