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A field of flowers.
Montresor was unaware how he and Will got here.
They were small green flowers, matching the blue grass.
Montresor walked around not caring of the flowers. He didn't care if he crushed them, they were pathetic, they didn't matter. They were nothing, just like stupid Will.
Will was sitting in the field, admiring the flowers before him. He held them gently.
'Pathetic' Montresor thought.
Soon he was bored and sat near Will, not close, not far though either. They were just enough distance apart, just enough. Montresor looks away, looking out across the fields. There was nothing for miles ahead except for grass and flowers.
Nothing.
They were alone.
Montresor turned to Will, he was cute, sitting there, admiring the flowers. At one point he accidentally crushed one in his hand, blush crossing his face.
Montresor leaned over to him, grabbing his chin gently. He could be himself here, were no one was around. He lifted Will's chin up to face him, he leaned in, closing the gap and kissing him.
He kissed him roughly and Will responded, grabbing Montresor's shoulders.
Montresor was now on top of him and they kept kissing. Montresor sat up, looking down at Will's blushing face and disbelief. That face, that beautiful cute face was now gonez melting.
He was back, on top of Will, what he thought was Will before. He was back to the present, on the outskirts of the campus. He was on top of Will, fire burning the grass, melting the Will clone. Montresor knew the truth, this wasn't Will, Will was dead, he had always been dead. Montresor lifted his large sharp rock above his head, going to bring it down upon the fake Will.
It was what he had to do.
It was what had to be done for the better.
This FAKE
This CLONE
He had to be gonna
He wasn't the real Will
He never would be