Willow.
I didn’t sleep much maybe two hours after dawn when the sunlight had already started creeping in through the thin curtains and the birds outside were chirping like they had rent to pay. But even with the ache in my bones and the weight still lingering in my chest from the night before, I woke up feeling strangely lighter.
Not healed in the poetic, life affirming way but in the tangible and physical way that made me feel like myself again. The way my body used to feel before the arrow before Damon knew. Before I had to explain who I really was every time someone looked at me too long.
My eyes fluttered open and the first thing I saw was the ceiling. The same wooden pattern I’d been staring at for three days. The same soft warmth of the mattress underneath me. Damon wasn’t besid
