Idk why after Iāve been sending packs of SJS and Willmack photos to my friend she decided to pick AnaheimDucks as her favorite. Okay Iāll respect that. Thatās why Iām drawing this.
Sorry, Iām spiraling about poor Mackie again... He never quite learned how to balance academics, hockey, and a social life. As a result, even in college, he still doesn't have anyone he can truly open up to, let alone a romantic partner.Entering university, he realized everyone else seemed to have someone to turn toāwhether it was a new friend or someone theyād known since high school. Even though Mack is active in class and made the starting lineup as a rookie, his classmates seem to just cluster around him and cheer for him, rather than actually getting close to him or knowing the real him.One night, struggling to write an essay, Mack decided to treat himself to some ice cream. He unlocked his phone and scrolled through his contacts, only to realize there wasn't a single person he was close enough to ask out on a whim without it seeming awkward. So, in a fit of pique, he grabbed his jacket and headed out alone.Walking across campus, seeing groups of students chatting, some of whom stopped briefly to say a quick hello before moving on, Mack just wanted to bury his face in his collar and disappear, hoping no one would recognize him. Not sure what came over him, he turned toward the gym, suddenly craving the iceābut the campus didn't have a rink. When that realization hit, he found himself standing foolishly in front of the gym. Mack just wanted to cry.
Iāve talked so much, but I haven't actually gotten to the point.The truth is, because of this lack of intimacy, Mack always finds himself turning to his friends seeking physical contact. Itās not sexualāitās just shoulders pressing against shoulders, resting his head in the crook of someone's neck, secretly drawing their warmth, and then drowning in guilt for it.There are so many moments where he genuinely wants to end it all. He knows he shouldn't be doing this, but he does it anyway.
Sorry, Iām spiraling about poor Mackie again... He never quite learned how to balance academics, hockey, and a social life. As a result, even in college, he still doesn't have anyone he can truly open up to, let alone a romantic partner.Entering university, he realized everyone else seemed to have someone to turn toāwhether it was a new friend or someone theyād known since high school. Even though Mack is active in class and made the starting lineup as a rookie, his classmates seem to just cluster around him and cheer for him, rather than actually getting close to him or knowing the real him.One night, struggling to write an essay, Mack decided to treat himself to some ice cream. He unlocked his phone and scrolled through his contacts, only to realize there wasn't a single person he was close enough to ask out on a whim without it seeming awkward. So, in a fit of pique, he grabbed his jacket and headed out alone.Walking across campus, seeing groups of students chatting, some of whom stopped briefly to say a quick hello before moving on, Mack just wanted to bury his face in his collar and disappear, hoping no one would recognize him. Not sure what came over him, he turned toward the gym, suddenly craving the iceābut the campus didn't have a rink. When that realization hit, he found himself standing foolishly in front of the gym. Mack just wanted to cry.
English isnāt my native language and I used a translator in this one. Tell me if thereās anything wrong.
Itās a story about love, belief and regret.
Will's parents were the picture of a blissful couple. When he was little, they would often recount the story of how they fell in love. While the finer details had faded from his memory, one specific scene they described remained etched in his mind:
Sometimes, Will would wish time could just freeze right there, with him nestled in his mother's arms. But man cannot contend with God. Will's father fell illāgravely so. His mother aged and withered because of it. Will had a premonition that something terrible was coming, yet he was powerless to stop it.
His father often called him to his bedside, with his mother sitting nearby. They would just gaze at Will silently, their eyes filled with worry and melancholy. It was as if they had so much to say, or perhaps they were just trying to seize the last moments of life to engrave their beloved child's face into their souls. Seeing that worry, Will felt it was because they couldn't bear to leave him.
So, on a perfectly sunny afternoon, he brought home a girl with whom he had previously sparked a little romance. The girl was understanding; seeing the state of Will's parents, she acted exceptionally loving and protective of Will.
That night, Will's father passed away quietly. The next morning, his mother followed.
Will's parents left him a suicide note. It read: "Dear child, do not grieve our passing. We have witnessed your happiest moment, and we are happy and at peace because of it. Our souls are with you."
Reading these words, Will could no longer hold back his tearsābringing that girl home was not his happiest moment. It was just a play, a girl he found to put his parents' minds at ease. Will hadn't actually spent much time with that girl at all. They had broken up before his parents were even buried.
Mack heard the news and came down from North Vancouver to help Will with the funeral arrangements. Once everything was settled, Mack didn't leave. He said he was worried about Will and insisted on moving in to keep an eye on him, afraid he might do something foolish.
The truth was, Will had always liked Mack, ever since they were kids before Mack moved away from the neighborhood. He had thought their lives would lose all intersection once Mack left, hoping that without him around, he wouldn't keep thinking about Mack and thus violate religious taboos. He had thought everything would be fine.
But it wasn't.
Perhaps God had already seen into his dirty little secrets that he never acted upon and was punishing him for it. Will didn't know. But when Mack offered to stay, Will, in a fit of self-abandonment, didn't refuse. Defiantly, he thought, If God is going to punish me anyway, I might as well have done the deeds rather than just thought them.
Will started asking Mack out and pursuing him, no longer concealing or suppressing those feelings. He even took off his cross when sleeping next to Mack, tossing it into the nightstand drawer and "forgetting" to put it back on the next morning.
One day, they were driving around, and Mack complained he was hungry, so they stopped at a roadside country diner. Mack pulled Will to a seat and grumbled about the restaurant's corny playlist. Will hummed along softly to a couple of lines, agreeing that the songs were ancient.
They ate quickly. Will got up to pay the bill, with Mack trailing half a step behind as usual. Just then, a familiar ringtone suddenly blared from the table next to them. Will whipped his head around and saw a woman in a long white dress and a man in a blue-grey suit.
Suddenly, Will remembered the letter his parents had left him.
"We have witnessed your happiest moment, and we are happy and at peace because of it."
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