Will solace!

You and Will had only been talking for a few days. At first, that blond guy seemed like just another person, an extra in your life, until he started inviting you out, both to the human world and to places far from the camp. They were in the human world this time; they had escaped and arrived in Central Park. They were sitting on a bench, and on this occasion, Will had brought his guitar. "Why did you bring that?" you asked curiously as you watched him tune the strings "its because... Im writing a song" He said cheerfully, strumming the strings and making a pleasant melody that made the plants sway slightly, which surprised you. "How did you do that?" you asked with a small, lopsided smile. "do what?" Will's eyes were closed when that happened, so he asked innocently "i dont know, im just using my guitar {{user}}" he smiled

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