It was only a few seconds before I had lost complete consciousness, in the world that I was just in, and in the real world. The last thing that I remembered was the look on William’s face. He looked completely terrified. Was he actually worried for me? Then I realized, if I wasn’t conscious, then how was I even thinking? Shrouded in darkness, I regained feeling of my body and I opened my eyes. I was back in the room that I had started in. The decorations were wonderful, the gentle wind blowing through the window, the sunlight warming my face. I wasn’t back in the real world yet, but this was still better than being dead.

          I turned to my left, and there William was. He looked like he had just witnessed a ghost come back to life. His heavy breathing told me that he was relieved I was okay. I was honestly happy that he was there. Had he been waiting long? Was he waiting just for me? Hopefully he wasn’t just some stand-in for a maid. His aura calmed me. I wished I could just look into his eyes forever. They were enchanting, they took hold of me and I didn’t dare to look away.

          “What happened? Do you know?” I wanted, needed, clarification for why I passed out, and what had happened.

          “You almost died, due to a few minutes of heart failure. That’s why you passed out. However, things seem to be stabilizing now, and you seem to be alright. I’m glad that you’re okay.” He didn’t seem to be lying, it was like he really cared about me. I knew that heart failure was a big deal, but at this moment, I just wanted to forget everything about my real life.

          “Oh… Well thanks for watching over me. Could you leave for a bit? I need to calm myself down for a bit.” Even though he knew exactly what I was thinking, I’d still rather think out of his sight.

          “Uh sure. Yell if you need anything.” He quickly gathered himself, and walked out of the room. Making sure to close the door behind him.

          This entire situation was bizarre, and there were many things that didn’t make sense. It was hard to know what to trust, what to really take to heart. In the entire situation that occurred, one thing stood out to me. If I had passed out, that meant I was asleep.

                                                 Why am I not dead?

          I couldn’t think of a good answer. Was William really lying to me? If so, how do I get out of here, and what should I do from now on? He was the only person I felt I could trust, even if it was only a little bit. His entire ‘cellular theory’ doesn’t make any sense anymore. If I fall asleep I would die. That was the only thing that I hammered into myself. The moon was out when I passed out which meant that it’s been at least ten hours since I’d fallen asleep. I looked out across the green horizon. What was William planning?

          Should I confront him about it? Should I try to deal with all of this on my own? I didn’t know what to do. I began to question everything William ever told me. Why was I even able to make things appear and disappear? Do I really need to make myself at peace with him in order to escape? The questions would not stop swelling in my head. However, even though I was conflicted about my feelings towards him, I couldn’t stop thinking about William. William was my only source of comfort. I hadn't ever known anyone else. I wasn’t ever allowed near anyone else, as a child and now, because of him. However, William seemed like someone I could trust, someone I could confide in. Even if he could read my thoughts.

          I hated William, but I wanted to see him. I wanted to talk to him. How did my bond with him get to be so deep in such a short amount of time? I hadn’t felt this way with anyone else around me. It was only William. Maybe I should go see him. What do I have to lose anyways? He doesn’t seem like he would harm me in any sort of way. If I do happen to make him angry, that’s just the way it goes.

          I got up out of my soft bed, stretched and heard all the little cracks and pops of my body. I wondered how long I’d been out. I didn’t even want to question William anymore. I just wanted to see him. Even if I couldn’t talk to him. I wanted to be near him. His calming aura, his glistening eyes. The comfort of being in his presence. I was still wearing the same clothes, he must’ve carried me here. I opened the doors and walked out. The air in the hallway was much different than in my room. It didn’t smell as fresh, or as calming.

         After looking around for a few minutes, I realized my problem… Where would he be? He did say to yell if I needed anything. But would he show up? Or would it just be some maid. I doubt he would be on the porch or in the study. It’s too late for lunch at this hour. I hardly even know the layout of the mansion. What was I thinking? There was really no point in me leaving my room when I didn’t even know where I was going to go. Should I search the entire place by myself? That’s one way to find him… Screw it.

          “William?! Where are you? I need you!” I yelled as loudly as I could, and with as much confidence as I could muster.

          That’s when out of the corner of my eye, I saw it. He appeared out of nowhere. At the very end of the hallway, and he started making his way towards me. I hadn’t ever seen him do anything like that before. I thought I was the only one with powers to do weird things like that..? I kept getting more and more lost in thought. When suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder. William’s hand felt powerful and warm, it was comforting and I knew it could protect me. I looked up at him and admired all of his features. I couldn’t stop myself from hugging him. Then I pulled him close into a tight embrace.

          “What’s this all of a sudden, Clara?” He seemed to be very puzzled by my affection towards him.

          “William, just please don’t move for now okay? I want to stay like this for a bit longer.” It felt like I was almost pleading with him.

          “Clara, are these feelings your answer?”

          “Yes. They are.” I knew he could read my mind, so he must’ve known this entire time.

          “You passed, Clara. Congratulations!” William sounded so happy for me, but I couldn’t bring myself to even let him go.

          “I don’t want to let you go… William please.” After all of this he’s just going to abandon me and send me back to the real world?

          “Clara, it’s time to let go and move on. I know how you feel, but it’s not meant to be. I’m apart of you, and you are apart of me. That’s just too weird. Plus, you can’t stay in a coma forever. I’ll be waiting for you to get better!” Then he softly pried my hands off his body and he walked away.

          I didn’t know how to deal with my first heartbreak I just sat down and began crying. The tears wouldn’t stop rushing down my face, no matter how I tried to stop it. Then I heard noises coming from both ends of the hallway. I wiped away my tears, even though they were still flowing, and immediately looked up and realized that this world was crumbling. It was disappearing into nothing. The ground was turning pitch black, along with the green scenery outside. I could even tell that it was sucking up the oxygen in the air. I gave up trying to run, there was nowhere to run to. So, I just let it happen. Not like I could’ve prevented it anyways. Maybe it was a good thing that I was going back to the real world. I wonder if anything would be different. Especially about him. The only thing I regretted was not trying to spend more time with William.

          When I closed my eyes, I opened them to a completely different place that I hadn’t been to before. The sharp and bright hospital lights pierced my eyes. I had a room with the bed next to the window. When I reached to touch my face, I realized that I'd been crying. One deep breath from the air around me, and I was sure of being in a hospital. I had only been in one a few times before, but they always had that distinct smell. I looked around the room, no one was waiting for me to wake up. There wasn’t anyone looking forward to my return. I mean, I had almost expected as much, but reality can be harsh. Especially if it matches up with your thinking.