Heal

Chapter Seven

**𝙰𝚄𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚁'𝚂 𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙴**

This is one boring ass Americanised chapter so uhm forgive me (laughs awkwardly) AND it's really just more of Willow and Han-eun talking.

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As soon as Han-eun drove off, Willow wished she hadn't come back here.
She had left early before her mother could torment her further. She could here the music from where she stood. She wondered if Han-eun heard the noise.

She felt embarrassed that Han-eun knew where she lived. Her house was the true definition of poor.
Old car parts were huddled up in the far corner of the front yard. Broken glass windows and a cracked pavement that lead to the veranda.

Used and old bottle were buried in the overgrown grass around the yard.
With a sigh, Willow made her way to the front the door, and the blaring music welcomed her. Drunk men and women danced in her living her room.

Many people noted her presence because they all shouted her name. She pierced her lips and attempted to make her way out of the living room.

With a sigh she entered her body room and tossed her backpack and began to undress herself.
Living this life felt like a chore to Willow.
It wasn't a choice that she wanted to live or not. It was like she was forced too.
She had nothing to lose but what would happen to her brother if she died?
She couldn't leave him like how Jodie left them.

Jodie left so abruptly and in the most traumatizing way possible.
Laying still and pale on the bath tub that was filled to the brim with bloodstained water. She had scared around her wrists and...

"I promised myself not to think about this." She sighed before laying on the bed and her mind muted all the loud music that blared through the wall almost breaking the windows.

She thought back to how she felt when she was with Han-eun. Her stomach felt like she was in a rollercoaster ride, churning and flipping with butterflies. When those sparkling charcoal black eyes met her heart swelled. It swelled the whole entire time.
Han-eun's voice sounded so enthralling and smooth. Something, Willow wanted to hear on repeat.
Her soft chuckles and the way her dimples showed when she blushed in embarrassment or even those rosy cheeks or ears. Ahn Han-eun's entire being gave Willow a sense of comfort.

Though when she asked to be friends, what were the odds that Han-eun would actually be interested in her? Yes Willow is poor and Han-eun's rich. Yes, Han-eun beautiful and Willow "isn't". Yes, Han-eun is practically better than Willow but the possibility of them being friends drives Willow insane.

Would they be good friends? How long would their friendship last? Would it eventually move on to being more than friends?
"Jesus, Willow what's wrong with you?" Willow thought out loud as she rubbed her eyes and swinging her legs in the air.

Willow was kind of looking forward for Monday. She couldn't wait to see Han-eun and hear her sweet and soft voice. She couldn't wait to lock her eyes with hers. She... Wanted to be around Han-eun.

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Han-eun watched the bus with worn out paint come to a halt as she stepped out of the car. Learners jumped out and rushed for the gates.
One of them caught her eye. Her big curly hair wrapped in a tired bun with headphones around her neck and those long and slender fingers that played around a pen.

With a smile Han-eun rushed for Willow and pulled her back softly. Willow turned around and once her chocolate brown eyes met Han-eun's, she was taken away.
Han-eun gulped as words failed to form.
"Hey," Willow began, cutting the awkwardness between them as they tore from each other's gaze.