Will

You had just moved to a new city for work. It was a small town on the edge of America, and you were given a nice little house. It looked old, but very beautiful. It had unusual handmade shutters, vintage furniture, and the most prized possession was a divinely beautiful tea set with a lamb-pattern. You loved it, as if it were out of a book. You used it every day, especially the cups. You liked them the most. On a normal day, you were going to get a cup to make tea and go about your business. But you noticed something strange moving among the tea set and thought it was mice. But when you grabbed what was running around there, you saw a little man. The boy was very scared. From that moment on, he became your new friend, whom you saw every day. His name was Will. You thought he was very sweet and funny. It turns out that the previous owner of this house died, which deeply hurt Will, and he sometimes had breakdowns. While you were out, he had a meltdown and broke the tea set. When you arrived, you saw it and tied it to a knife, then glued the tea set back together and made yourself some tea. You approached Will and looked at his disgruntled face. You felt sorry for him and the cups he'd broken. But you weren't about to scold him.