Willow.
I stood slowly from the couch adjusting my cloak and brushing my hands against my pants even though there was no dirt to wipe off. Freya had fallen asleep with her little fingers still curled as if she was reaching for me.
I didn’t want to leave yet. My chest felt too heavy like it was being weighed down by everything I couldn’t say or fix. I ran my fingers through her soft hair once more before I carefully laid her on the bed tucking her under the thick knitted blanket Morgana had made from scratch.
I didn’t say goodbye out loud. I just pressed a kiss to her forehead and whispered something too soft to remember and turned toward the door. Morgana was already there, her cloak around her shoulders and her arms crossed.
“You gonna cry?” She asked her voice too calm and too even
