I started writing this last night. The thoughts kept coming, but it was getting late. Today, I was practically running home to finish. I did notice others have already posted their take on what happens when Sonny returns to the apartment, but haven’t had a chance to read them, so I apologize for any similarities between our fanfics. It is completely unintentional.
As Sonny unlocked the door to his apartment, he half-hoped Will would still be there. He felt both hope and dread, opening the door that for a short time was theirs. At first, everything seemed the same as when he had left this morning. This morning—when the day was still full of hope. When they would go to the wedding, then come home and celebrate just that…that it was their home. Then, as he threw his keys down, he noticed it. Will’s key. Lying there on the desk. It wasn’t until then that the finality of it hit him. He closed his eyes and finally let the emotions overtake him.
He had spent the day surrounded by people, his mind busied by his business. Even though it was a slow day at the coffee house, he had kept himself occupied. Doing inventory, restocking sugar packets, doing anything to keep his mind off of Will and the mess that was their relationship. Was their relationship. Their relationship was suddenly past tense. The tears that he had choked back when Will told him he loved him now came freely. Right now, he was unsure if they would ever stop. He had never known the emptiness he felt in this moment. He had always been an explorer—traveling the world for new experiences and adventures. But now, all he wanted to do was crawl into bed and hide from the world—from reality. But even a glance at the bed reminded him of the first night, and all of the nights since, that he and Will had spent together.
For a split second, he let himself wonder how much of their relationship had been a lie. But, no, with all of the lies and uncertainty between he and Will, there was one thing that Sonny could not doubt. Their love. He knew he loved Will, and he knew Will loved him. He had never seen this coming. It was like a nightmare and he was waiting to wake up. Nightmare. It hit him…nightmare. The nights that Will woke up terrified…it all made sense now. As wrong as it was for Will to lie, he had had a conscience about it. As he thought back over the past few weeks, so many things made sense now. The money that he already knew was for an abortion…Gabi’s abortion…Will’s child’s abortion. The secret that he had to keep for Gabi…and, as it turned out, for himself. But Will had been wrong about one thing—he said it wasn’t about Sonny. This may not be about him, but Sonny was feeling the repercussions of it reverberating every time he looked around his apartment and saw small reminders of the times they had spent together there.
Before he could think twice about it, Sonny knew what he had to do. He opened the closet, grabbed his carry-on bag, and filled it with only the essentials. He had no idea where he was going, but right now, he knew he had to be anywhere but here. Picking up his keys off of the desk, Sonny noticed something he hadn’t seen there the first time. An envelope with his name on it…in Will’s writing. He picked it up and put it down several times, debating whether he was ready to read it, or if he wanted to wait until he got back…whenever that would be. He picked it up again, stuck it inside his carry-on, delaying the decision for now. He made one last glance around the apartment, then at the key. He closed his eyes for a second, took a deep breath, and headed out the door.