in the dark

there he was. that familiar face.

standing down the hall from me, was will. a boy i hadn't seen in years.

a boy i hadn't seen since i had left the commune–

or been rescued.

he must have seen me staring,

watching him fumble with his keys.

"i'm will."

he waved a hand.

a tired hand.

what had he been up to?

his hair carried the same dark,

black it did all those years

before

but his big brown eyes,

looked hollow.

more so than mine.