<div align=center>William vanished into the bathroom, returning a moment later with a broom to sweep the glass up. There was a lot of it, hopefully they could come and fix his window in the morning. But he might as well sweep it up to stop anyone else from getting hurt. The boy frowned as Gabe spoke. "No, no you don't understand." He let out a soft sigh, he'd have to come clean and tell Gabriel and there was no other way. Bill would have rather liked to get this off his chest, he felt bad about it. "I slept with August the day we broke up... I... I was angry." He mumbled, grip tightening on the broom handle. "I wanted to spite you I wanted to hurt you."
He clung to the broom and burst into a fresh flood of tears, "I'm sorry! I'm really sorry!" He squeaked, clinging just that little bit tighter to the handle and dropping his head. He took dropped the broom and curled up on the floor again, a little away from the freshly swept pile of glass he'd just made. The broom landed with a little thud next to him and Bill drew his knees into his chest.
He hadn't been thinking, but it was entirely his fault, in his eyes. There was no one else at fault here.</div>
He clung to the broom and burst into a fresh flood of tears, "I'm sorry! I'm really sorry!" He squeaked, clinging just that little bit tighter to the handle and dropping his head. He took dropped the broom and curled up on the floor again, a little away from the freshly swept pile of glass he'd just made. The broom landed with a little thud next to him and Bill drew his knees into his chest.
He hadn't been thinking, but it was entirely his fault, in his eyes. There was no one else at fault here.</div>