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Song: Circles- Eden Project

Day 2: Warm Coffee & Great Dancing

Michael had woken up relatively early that morning and made his way over to Willows, shocked to see her already awake. She sat in her kitchen, eating a peach and looking out of the big window into the woods behind her house.

As he took a seat across from her, her gaze on the woods did not break, only intensified. He watched her, fascinated, as she slowly chewed a slice of her peach. The way her dark eyelashes fluttered as she blinked, and her blue eyes seems radiant yet dull, everything about her was beautiful.

"It hurts." Willow sounded brittle.

Michaels eyebrows furrowed and he started chewing his lip, thinking of a way to comfort her. "What does?" He asked quietly.

"All the memories that I have here, at this house. I used to play out front in the yard as my mother would cook with my grandmother. Right in the living room, I would watch golf with my grandfather, even though I hated that sport with a passion," Willow laughed sullenly. Her eyes filling with tears.

"You see that little radio above the coffee maker? Me and my mother would turn it on sometimes and we would take each other's hands and I would slide around in my socks, singing off key with her. I was happy. This house just holds so much pain."

Michael watched her bottom lip quiver before a tear rolled down both of her pale cheeks. Michaels heart was beating a mile a minute as he stood up from his seat.

He silently went upstairs to Willows room, opened up one of her drawers and grabbed the fuzziest, softest pair of socks he could find, and made his way back down stairs.

He went over to the coffee maker and started brewing some coffee, all while keeping the socks out of view from Willow. He made his way back to the table where she sat and he grabbed her hand softly.

"Willow, I know it hurts. I also know that there's nothing I can say to make it feel okay. I wish there was, but all I can do is be here for you and try to make you happy. And I'll do that the best I can."

Willow looked and met Michaels eyes, and nodded slowly, wiping her tears. She looked down at her hand that was underneath the table, Michael squeezed the hand he was holding and stood back up.

He walked back over to the coffee maker and poured a cup of coffee for each of them, and added everything that he liked in both, hoping she'd like it as well.

He looked up at the little radio and blue-toothed his phone quickly, putting on a playlist that made him happy. Turning it up before he walked back to the table with the cups of coffee where Willow was looking at him with confusion in her blue eyes.

He set the cups down and slipped his shoes off, leaving him in his black socks. "I figure that you could use some fresh happy memories to make up for the ones that cause you pain."

She blinked at him as Michael pulled the pair of socks out of his back pocket and handed them towards her. She hesitantly took them and placed them on her feet, then looked up at Michael.

He offered her his hand, "M'lady, would you care to dance with me?" Willow smiled softly, fresh tears filling her eyes as she nodded and took his hand.

And together, Michael helped Willow make new memories in the very spot where they meant the most.

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I haven't written on my stories in forever but it's because my screen is shattered and I'm having trouble writing on it. I'm trying though.

I love you all dearly.

-Shelby.