Hey guys, for now my english has chanced a bit again. c: It still isn't on it's full terms but hey, it's atleast better then what it once was... :D For people who are curious, on my deviantART acount JackXAngelicaforever you can find the comic based on this... c: I love WillowSon! :D
2. Bare Ice
I just sat there on the ground, not moving a muscle for a while. My mind was slowly playing tricks on me like in was becoming insane again. The image of Willow was forever printed in my head. Her long black hair, curling up into two pigtails, her beautiful red lips. Her white, soulless, glowing eyes. And most of all, her unique love for fire which I'd never seen by a lady before.
I just sat there, waiting for my fate to come. Waiting for my very last and painful dead to come, a very horrible and painful dead, but it would be fast, a dead that only the Night-Demon was capable to.
The cold wind blew through my hair, making me shiver a little bit. And pulled my blouse closer to me until it felt a bit more comfortable. I blew a few times through my arms, trying to make them a bit more warmer. After a few minutes I starred up to the sky, the beautiful night sky filled with endless amounts of stars and solar systems. I had given all the stars names by now, mainly cause I didn't recognize any of them. Maybe this was all a trick being played on our minds. I looked to a milky-blue star, which one had been my favorite so far, I had always imagined that, that one was my sister, watching over me. That's why I named the little milky-blue star "Wanda" after my sister.
"Wanda…" I repeated inside of my head. I wished I could be as free as them and just fly away back to my home. This place was even worse than the place I had lived in for several years. I stroke softly with my fingers through my black hair, going with the flow and curling up on the edge into a small heart. I've had harder times in my life, times that I had to fight for the things I wanted, times that I floated between life and dead and reality and unreality. It was hard to make a difference between them, but I could when I thought very deeply.
Suddenly I heard a sound come from the bushes behind me. I snapped up from my daydreaming state, frowning my eyes and holding my arms quickly in surrender.
"W-Who's there?!" I squeaked. I wanted to shout, to make my voice sound big and scary, but couldn't. Of course I couldn't! I'd always been a victim running away from my punishments. "S-Show yourself! O-Or else!" I stuttered, was I now a real gentleman or not?! I stood up holding my arms out, ready to attack.
"Wilson! It's me! Willow!" It was the very soft and female voice again. My eyes widened, putting my hand in front of my mouth. Soon after I put them on a comfortable place in my sides, starring to the creature coming out from the bushes. It was the voice, the voice I thought I would never hear again. The voice that I thought had left me to die.
"W-Willow?" I stuttered while my face became suddenly intense in a whole different way. It was bright and filled with happiness and emotion, something I hadn't felt in many, many years. Again I held my hand in front of mouth, opening it at least twice, but nothing came out of it, I just stood there motionless. No one has ever come back for me before, they'd always abandoned me. A weak and small smile appeared over my lips which looked almost cute in a way.
Now Willow walked fully out of the bushes, her hands were filled with wood, which she held proud and close to her chest, almost like she was cradling a child. She blinked her eyes a few times, while they glowed, just like by me, a small smile appeared brightly over her beautiful and red lips. I sighed in relief, as I spread my arms, my expression worried while my eyes almost seemed to burn in hers.
"I thought…" I couldn't chock the words out of my mouth, I was just to speechless right now. I took a long a deep breath, sighing deeply. "I thought you left me behind…" Her eyes widened, they stopped glowing and her expression became suddenly strict like she wanted to slap me or something.
"Don't be ridicules Wilson… I would never, ever, leave any humans behind… Mostly when they don't harm me at all…" She looked around her in thought, putting her finger thinking on her cheek, almost petting it. "And this world would be my last option to leave any humans behind, even if I didn't like them… Although I very rarely like people…" She tilted her head to the left. I nodded my smile disappearing for a moment or two. She was right, that thought was ridicules.
"My bad…" I smirked, twirling my thumps. I stare to them, they were so playful, but full of deep, knife-scars, physical and in reality. I'd always been an outsider with social anxiety and trust issues. I'd never been capable to do anything outside of my own control. Always human in a way. Weak and pitiful which made me almost not of use. I felt so clever. I've learned things from now and seen things so horrible that they could never been taken out of your mind. I was made for it, while others weren't. And while they were happy, smiled, fell in love and started families, the smile on my face was slowly disappearing. But Willow made me smile again since a long time. I only could keep going from now. Endure. Survive.
Willow walked closer to me, lying the logs on the ground. She looked up at me, with many questions in her face, but she didn't state them. I just stared back at her, looking at how she put the logs one by one in the form of a campfire. But she didn't grab her lighter, instead of that she just stared to the logs like nothing was going to happen.
"Uhm… Willow? What are you doing?" I asked a little curious. Willow didn't look up from her work, instead of that, her eyes started to glow and small smoke clouds came from the fireplace. My eyes widened when a small fire appeared from beneath the wood. "Wha? How? Who? How did you do that?" I stammered pointing to the small fire. Willow looked up from her work. Smiling. But she didn't answer my question, instead of that she tapped the floor, showing that I could take a seat next to her. I did what she offered, for a few moment I stared to her eyes until they became normal again. I had never been that close to a girl. Most of the girls didn't even want to have me near them, they hated my look, my performance, but I wanted to show them something in the end, and that was that I was worth something. Something that didn't work out so well. I was so fascinated by this girl, her special love for fire made her an unique exemplar. I heard Willow whisper something, something like: "Why do I feel so attracted to this guys?" But it was so soft and fragile that I couldn't put for an example if it really was what she said.
"Ehm… Mrs. Willow… May I ask you how you came here? And why you like fire that much?" I saw a sudden state of shock in her eyes, maybe it was the best I hadn't ask her, some people had very bad experience of how they came here. I sighed allowing my arms to fall down in statement.
"I Uhm…" Willow couldn't come out of her words. She just sat there, unmoving and in a deep thought. "Me… Likes fire…" She answer in a very uncomfortable way. I put my hand gently on her shoulder.
"Hey! I am er… I didn't mean to sound rude or any… You don't need to answer that question… I know how hard things can be…" Willow nodded slowly, moving her head up and down a few times before stopping, the wind blew for another time through our hair, but it kept on the same place like nothing had happened. Which was something we had in common.
"Wilson…" A long silence followed after she spoke my name, weak but gently. "Please Wilson… Don't ask about that… It lies on a very sad place deep down in my heart…" Although I was a gentleman I had become very curious. Even thought I knew it wasn't maybe the best to ask, I still did.
"You can… Tell me, there's nobody that can hear you apart from Maxwell…" I smirked as Willow sighed deeply and smiled back at me.
"Alright… I'll tell you my past but it's rather dramatic…" She stated, I nodded at her statement, agreeing with her.
