Will grew more and more nervous as time slipped by, yet at the same time, his denial of the situation grew. He couldn't be taken away by this man, he couldn't, it wasn't fair, he wanted his parents back, he wanted things to go back to how they were and for everything to be normal and happy again. The boy pulled his legs up to his chest and hid his face in his face in his knees, arms hugging his shins. He didn't want this, he didn't deserve this, it wasn't fair! Tears stung his eyes and he squeezed them tight, though they wouldn't fall, even if they were wide open. He hadn't cried at all since his parents death. He didn't know why, but for some reason, all the feelings within him remained locked and he just couldn't find the key to release them.
Will heard the door open and he tensed, curling up tighter as if somehow, if he made himself small enough, this would all go away. He didn't know what he'd say to the man. He didn't really know him that well, yet this was the man he'd be spending the rest of his childhood with. It wasn't a welcoming thought. On hearing his name being called out, he cleared his throat and said in a small, shaky voice, "Noah?"
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