A sneak peak

Maybe you'll see it again, maybe you won't. . .

Blaise stares at me with a look on her face that makes my cheeks burn bright. “Willow, what is it that you want?” She asks, but her tone has an icy edge to it.

            “Arrow means a lot to me. But so does Dover.” I say, sighing.

            Blaise shakes her head, her eyes closing in an almost dismal way. “But you can only have one.” She says, and then continues. “You kissed Dover right in front of Arrow. And you may have not been looking, but Arrow’s eyes were full of pain, Willow. His cream face turned from papery white to ghost white.” Her eyes now held a sort of accusation, but I know she’s right.

            “Trust me,” I say. “I know what I did, I know it was wrong. I know I hurt him.” I stare down at the ground.

            “Just do what’s right for you, Willow.” Blaise whispers, tone softer now.

            “I don’t love Dover,” I say quietly. “I love Arrow. I don’t love Dover. I love Arrow.” As I repeat it a few times, my voice gains more confidence and I soon believe it.

            “Tell Arrow, Willow.” She smiles at me, and through the softness, I think I catch a glimpse of satisfaction, but I’m already completely turned around to check.

 

            I find Arrow in his soft leaved maple tree, its fine green leaves slowly merging into yellow and vibrant orange as the colder season approaches. I shudder as I realize what temperature it is, but ignore it as I gently climb up and rest next to him. He makes no sound, his exquisite shape looking peculiarly masculine in the bright moonlight. After a few moments, the silence hurts, but I know it’s deserved.

            “I’m sorry.” I murmur, giving in, even though I’m now perturbed that I’m the first to speak.  

            “Okay.” He says, but his voice is hollow, and he’s not looking in the slightest general direction that I’m in.

            I sigh aloud, not meaning to let it escape my lips, but his head whips back as soon as the noise emerges, and he lashes out. “Oh, don’t you sigh! You knew, Willow! You did it even though you knew!”

            I am bewildered and tears well in my eyes before I can stop them. “No, Arrow! I know!” I try to control the breaking in my voice, and I have to stop talking or blinking until the emotions are all pushed away before speaking with a clearer tone. “I know. I’m sorry. I can’t believe I did that. . .”

            “I can.” He says bitterly, his eyes pinning me in a guilty stare. “All too well, in fact, Willow. All too well.” Then his eyes become distant again, and he turns his face away.

            “No,” I snap, grasping his shoulders and forcing them around to face me. “Oh, no, no you do not go telling me things like that! You listen here, I have feelings for you! Are you not listening to me? I do!”

            He jerks away from my hands violently, but turns to face me entirely. “Yeah,” He says, his shaggy, shoreline-sand colored hair shadowing his right eye. “All of that kissing really explains that.”

            “If I didn’t care, would I be in this tree with you? Heck, would I even know that this was your favorite tree?” He looks at me as if waiting for me to rant or yell or kick up a huge fuss in his face, but I sigh, and lower my tone. “If I didn’t care, I wouldn’t have walked an hour and a half, by myself, may I add, to tell you that I-. . .” I pause dead in mid-sentence, swallowing with an embarrassingly loud noise. I’m trying to find the confidence to tell him how I really feel, but it does not process in my mind until I look up into those mesmerizing emerald green eyes, the yellowish lime color that zigzags through them makes his eyes look even more intent, but his eyes are softening, and they look at me with vague confusion. “That I love you.” I say, and I’m surprised by how confident and sure my voice sounds.

            “You . . . do?” A smile plays on his lips, and his hand finds mine. “I love you too.” He starts to lean in, but just before our mouths meet, I hear a noise that’s loud enough to shatter my eardrums, and I jerk my face back, only to see, flying out of the shadow of a gnarled oak tree, a menacing night black crow, and it stares at me with hateful, beady black eyes.

Author's Note

(Owlgirl and I present. . .)

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[Owlgirl]

hahaha, we really need to work on this xD