That sound whispers loudly once again through the small gaps of ventilation. It echoes in the dark.
I don’t recognize his voice, but why does he know my name? He is not from the Fantasy world I suppose.
“Jill, it’s me…” the voice continues. “William.”
Should I trust him?
William, my dear best friend in the orphanage. He came to this orphanage two days after my arrival. We were 10 months old then, we grew up together and became the closest friends in this house. Nothing could separate us, beside the moment when I took the murky passage that led me to Fantasy world and went missing for years. How many years? I suddenly can’t remember.
“Jillian, I know you’re in there.” Will says. “Please, do come out!”
Warmth is blanketing all of my body every time he says my name. William knows my hiding place, though I never took him in. He always pretends he never knew to protect me. I also never confronted him for keeping my hideout a secret, to protect him , to protect both of us.
“I won’t hurt you,” he says once again, pleading me to do what he says.
I take a sudden deep breath. I wasn’t breathing this whole time, was I?
William’s voice is different from the last time I heard it. He sounds deeper, calmer, and more mature. How long have I been missing out his life?
I try to crane my numb legs, but they hit the wall so hard. William and I both startle from the sound.
“Jill, come out now please before someone wakes up!”
What should I do?
What if it is the Minotaur who talks to me all this time? Pretending to be Will. But how did the Minotaur knows who my best friend is?
“Don’t be scared,” he says that again. “I miss you Jillian. Please come out!”
My tears sting so bad in my eyes.
I miss him too.
I push my self forward and screening the illuminating light through the ventilation gaps. There I found his blue eyes with widening pupils, staring back at me.
It’s him. It’s William.
I push the small door ever so slightly and shift my body out slowly. I close the small and invisible door behind me.
He’s there fifteen inches away from me, staring at me with disbelief.
I can feel his warmth and minty breath from the toothpaste we usually share.
I don’t really recognize his face anymore. He hardly looks similar. But that smile, those blue eyes, that satin smooth hair that is now so much shorter. They are all the same that the old William has, my dear best friend.
The rumbling sounds come closer now.
The Minotaur is already crashing the front gate!
My body jolts upwards and so does Will. We stare into each other’s eyes. We know what we need to do next.