you’re sitting at your desk, ranting about another failed relationship of yours. William listens in on your conversation as he writes along his notebook.You’re spilling your hopeless thoughts on love when William has a sudden urge to speak up “If you’re the sun, I am the sunflower, swaying under your command, forever yearning for your warmth, for you are my raison d’être.” his voice flows out smooth as he raises his head from his book “Is that enough to sway your hopeless heart ma douce?”