**disclaimer** same as before, and, ohhh, thanks so much for my reviews so
far, I hope these next few (and final) chapters that I will be posting soon
will have a bit better of a style, thanks a lot so far!
Willow was drowning. Drowning in a sea of something black and cold. No matter home much she kicked, she couldn't quite reach the shore. She cried out again and again for someone to come save her before she was unable to kick anymore. Finally, he came. Christian came. He ran down the shore in a blue of music and shimmering lights. "Grab my hand." He whispered to her. "I'll save you. I will keep you safe, I promise." Willow reached out and grabbed his hand and let out a long breath of relief. But instead of pulling her out of the sea, Christian took her hand and began to push her farther in. Willow didn't even scream, she has this dream before, many times, and every time Christian drowned her. And every time she awoke suddenly and without a word began to cry.
It had been a year since that fateful day Christian had left her, and every day since then had been the worst day of her life. Since that day, Willow had become sullen, depressive, and sad, and her parents just tried to keep her mildly satisfied when they could. They felt terrible for the poor girl, they knew she had loved Christian, and they knew he had broken her heart. They did not try to get her to marry again, and they just let her act anc dress however she pleased.
Willow had become exceptionally thing in the past year, and to cover up the dark circles under her eyes, she had taken to wearing, what to her parents, seemed like pounds of eye makeup. But no one said anything to the little forlorn wisp of a woman, they just left her alone, and that was how she liked it.
But on this day, as Willow sat at her vanity, wondering how much more her dresses could be taken in before the seamstress got worried and would begin to meddle in her life, a knock came to her door
"Darling," stated her mother, "your father and I are going to tea at the Porter's house today, we will probably be gone awhile."
"Alright," sighed Willow, "have a good time."
Her mother began to leave the room, when she reluctantly turned around and spoke nervously, "Oh, and dear, you might want to start thinking about getting dresses, you are going to have an, um... visitor in about an hour."
"Tell the doctor that I do not want to see him today mother, I do not care is he thinks I am killing myself, he can just go tell that to someone else who actually is!" Willow proudly stated.
"No dear," sighed her mother, "it is not the doctor today, its is, well, its is Mr. Christian James, he has returned from Montmartre and he has requested to visit you.
Willow dropped the dress she had been pulling out of the closet and stifled a gasp with her right hand.
"Why is he coming here mother?" She hissed fiercely.
"I don't know dear," said her mother. "You're father was the one who spoke with him, he said he seemed so sad."
"Oh, oh yes, I'm SURE he was," Willow snapped sarcastically.
"Look dear, you can send him away if you want," said her mother, "I for one would not blame you."
"Thank you mother, I will definitely keep that in mind!" And with that Willow tossed back her head in a sign of strength.
She wasn't going to let Christian see how much he had hurt her. She was going to show him that she was perfectly fine without him. Even though on the inside, her heart was desperately trying to break through the thick shields she had so meticulously placed around it over the past year.
"Now what dress to wear" she though to herself as she quickly ripped open the closet. "Not that it matters..."
****there, was that a bit better this time everyone? i tried to make sure i went over everything i had written in my head this time, and tried to seperate speaking a tad better, i should have the next chapter up soon, i think there will be one or two more and thats it! hope yall are likin it!
Willow was drowning. Drowning in a sea of something black and cold. No matter home much she kicked, she couldn't quite reach the shore. She cried out again and again for someone to come save her before she was unable to kick anymore. Finally, he came. Christian came. He ran down the shore in a blue of music and shimmering lights. "Grab my hand." He whispered to her. "I'll save you. I will keep you safe, I promise." Willow reached out and grabbed his hand and let out a long breath of relief. But instead of pulling her out of the sea, Christian took her hand and began to push her farther in. Willow didn't even scream, she has this dream before, many times, and every time Christian drowned her. And every time she awoke suddenly and without a word began to cry.
It had been a year since that fateful day Christian had left her, and every day since then had been the worst day of her life. Since that day, Willow had become sullen, depressive, and sad, and her parents just tried to keep her mildly satisfied when they could. They felt terrible for the poor girl, they knew she had loved Christian, and they knew he had broken her heart. They did not try to get her to marry again, and they just let her act anc dress however she pleased.
Willow had become exceptionally thing in the past year, and to cover up the dark circles under her eyes, she had taken to wearing, what to her parents, seemed like pounds of eye makeup. But no one said anything to the little forlorn wisp of a woman, they just left her alone, and that was how she liked it.
But on this day, as Willow sat at her vanity, wondering how much more her dresses could be taken in before the seamstress got worried and would begin to meddle in her life, a knock came to her door
"Darling," stated her mother, "your father and I are going to tea at the Porter's house today, we will probably be gone awhile."
"Alright," sighed Willow, "have a good time."
Her mother began to leave the room, when she reluctantly turned around and spoke nervously, "Oh, and dear, you might want to start thinking about getting dresses, you are going to have an, um... visitor in about an hour."
"Tell the doctor that I do not want to see him today mother, I do not care is he thinks I am killing myself, he can just go tell that to someone else who actually is!" Willow proudly stated.
"No dear," sighed her mother, "it is not the doctor today, its is, well, its is Mr. Christian James, he has returned from Montmartre and he has requested to visit you.
Willow dropped the dress she had been pulling out of the closet and stifled a gasp with her right hand.
"Why is he coming here mother?" She hissed fiercely.
"I don't know dear," said her mother. "You're father was the one who spoke with him, he said he seemed so sad."
"Oh, oh yes, I'm SURE he was," Willow snapped sarcastically.
"Look dear, you can send him away if you want," said her mother, "I for one would not blame you."
"Thank you mother, I will definitely keep that in mind!" And with that Willow tossed back her head in a sign of strength.
She wasn't going to let Christian see how much he had hurt her. She was going to show him that she was perfectly fine without him. Even though on the inside, her heart was desperately trying to break through the thick shields she had so meticulously placed around it over the past year.
"Now what dress to wear" she though to herself as she quickly ripped open the closet. "Not that it matters..."
****there, was that a bit better this time everyone? i tried to make sure i went over everything i had written in my head this time, and tried to seperate speaking a tad better, i should have the next chapter up soon, i think there will be one or two more and thats it! hope yall are likin it!