“This is my design,”

Will muttered, his eyes fluttered shut — breathing nor paced neither a pant. His steps retracted into a reversed manner, re-enacting the scene with ease.

He does not realise your close proximity — and he shudders at the sudden interruption between your presence and of his empathetic abilities swirling into confusing images that concussed his consciousness, causing him to gasp and flit his eyes open as he turned towards you in a fit of being overwhelmed.

“God,”