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THE LONELIEST - MÅNESKIN "You're still the oxygen I breathe. I see your face when I close my eyes. It's torturous. Tonight is gonna be the loneliest."
:･✧ *:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧
THOMAS DRAKE WAS left to freak out in a heap of concern as he received a text from Willow saying she had an accident on the tennis court. She claimed everything was alright and she made it through surgery fine, but that didn't mean it stopped him from worrying.
He told himself that if he had been there maybe things would have been different. Maybe if he would have listened to her when she was expressing her concern for her hurt ankle.
Yet weeks had passed and she seemed to be alright, she only made him make up for his absence with a single hot fudge sundae-with an extra cherry on top.
He'd carry her bridal style when she felt exhausted from her crutches. She'd giggle and smother him with kisses all over his face. The two haven't put a label on their relationship, but the feelings were evident. They kiss, cuddle, they do everything a regular couple would normally do.
Willow was stubborn. She wasn't going to be the one to make the call. So, she settled on waiting until he got the courage to do so.
And he did.
Nervously and slowly he asked her to be his girlfriend.
The two have been going strong together for about a month now.
And Willow and Art's last moment together was in that hospital bed. They haven't spoken to or even glanced at each other. They were now with other people and they understood they had to be loyal to those people. But that didn't mean they never thought about each other.
Every so often they'd wonder what could've been.
And that alone keeps them awake late at night.
:･✧ *:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧
"Y'know, I might be moving," Willow admits as she takes a bite of her slice of pizza.
Patrick and Art's heads whip around to look at her.
They were slouched in her couch on either side of her while she sat between them.
Art begins sipping his beer as he processes this information.
"What do you mean you're moving?" Patrick wears a disgusted, disapproving look.
"Well, I don't know, Thomas wants to move to New York City or something." She shrugs, stealing the beer from Art and taking a small sip before shoving it back towards him.
"Of course, here we go with Thomas." Art couldn't resist the temptation to roll his eyes at the mention of her new boyfriend.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Her eyes dart back and forth between the two.
"It just means that you always seem to be doing what he wants." Patrick explains avoiding her gaze, "What do you want, Willow?"
She scoffs, "What-"
"You've only been with the guy for a month." Art counters with a nod and a pointed look, "Who knows how it could end."
"He's a gentleman." She crosses her arms and sinks farther into the couch.
"For now." They both say in unison making her narrow her eyes.
"More of a gentleman than you pigs." She glances around at the mess surrounding them. Empty beer bottles and pizza boxes.
"We're just looking out for you." Art speaks up, keeping his eyes on the TV. Her eyes remained on the side of his face as she studied him. She could only see the truth radiating from him.
She huffs before speaking again, "Well I like him, and I think he's a good man. I tend to have good judgment."
Patrick snorts, "Yeah, right."
"Shut up, asshole." She slams a pillow into his head.
Over the past couple of years, things have been tense between the trio, but suddenly everything felt easy. Everything felt like it was going to be perfectly fine.
Author's Note:
Sorry this one is so short, hope you still like it! More coming soon, thank you for reading!!
