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Focus: Rory
Songfic/One-shot
When I am down and, oh my soul, so weary
When troubles come and my heart burdened me
And I am still and waiting in the silence.
Until you come and sit awhile with me.
You raise me up so I can stand on mountains
You raise me to walk on stormy seas
I am strong when I am shoulders
You raise me up to more then I can be
He sat on the curb, evaluating his battle scars while the other kids ran, screamed and played in the playground behind him. The boy had gotten off lucky this time and it looked far worse then it actually. His mouth and nose were sticky from the dried blood that had caked to his skin, but it was only the knees and hands that ached with the sharp pain where the skin had scraped away. A few bruises but he'd heal up in no time.
The confusion though... it seemed to linger longer and longer following the fights. He would sit and watch the other children in the days that followed and wonder why he always felt so far away from them. The young child would wonder if there was some impossible barrier around him that drove everyone away.
Even mom...
Time passed, hours spent sitting on the curb and watching the world move without really seeing any of it. Children came, children left. Cars passed. Everything continued around him. A dog came up and sniffed at him. It's ears flattened and it pulled it lips back to reveal sharp canines, but when he didn't stir the mutt lost interest and moved on.
He was lost in his own world, and didn't notice the warmth of another body settling in beside him.
“What are you doing here?”
“Huh?” Rory blinked, startled and looked over into sparkling, welcoming gray eyes of an older classmate. There was a warm smile on his lips, something that Rory couldn't recall ever seeing before. He thought for a moment that the ebony haired boy might be a true angel.
“You've been sitting here for hours” He laughed a little, ruffling up Rory's long blond locks. “Waiting for someone?” Rory felt a sort of fuzzy feeling in his stomach as he shook his head.
“There is room for one more, right?” He asked, chuckling slightly.
Rory stared at the boy dumb founded for an eternity. Half convinced it was all just a dream, he tried to will himself to awaken. He even went so far as to pinch his own forearm.
“I'm Rory” He said, voice sounding so small to his own ears.
“I'm William. You can call me Will though” Then he said something that Rory never imagined he'd hear.
“Let's be friends Rory... okay?”
“... Y-Yeah...” He grinned. "Okay!"
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