Drabble: Purpose

Character: Willa

Pairing: Wilby

Arc: -

Words: 149


She didn't know where she was going with this.

There was a pen twirling in her hand and a blank-faced page staring up at her, expectant. But all she could do was slump against her chair and stare back at the sheet, apologetic and helpless.

Then with the tick of the clock's hands, she clicked into place. She guided her hand, tracing an image of a mess of red curls from memory. A lopsided slant of amusement. A crinkled nose, painted with the faintest of freckles. She charted lines-a fusion of sharp and smooth-but knew her own hands couldn't replicate the masterpiece that already existed.

Time had snuck away, but left her with the companionship of preoccupation.

Her phone buzzed: "Did you know: when you think about someone a lot, it's because they're thinking of you."

"False." She sent.

But she couldn't bite down her growing smile.


A/N: whoops, look-it's me (electraqute). Back again and disturbing the KK fandom. I created another account because I'm hiding from the CIA agents aka my friends. It may seem as if I've abandoned my other fics (e.g. Confession)-but I haven't. I'm going to be taking my GCSEs at the end of the school year, so I really only have time for drabbles (sorry!). So here's my contribution to the KK fandom.

*Drabble requests/prompts: open