The young man peeked out even more from under the expensive blankets. His head was fully visible now. Hair all in disarray, and eyes growing red from the want to cry. "I don't know." He mumbled the words. "I suppose ... suppose I really don't know who I am." No one had ever given him the chance. William had always done his duty first. Obeyed all the rules. He'd always been the dutiful son. The one that ... tried to make his parents proud.

William sniffled. He started crying. It was no delicate kind of tearfullness either. Oh no! Great sobs left his lips. Gut wrenching sobs made his whole body shake, quake. Under the blankets he shivered. William's face twisted from sorrow to surprise now and again. He couldn't remember the last time he'd cried.