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THIRD PERSON'S POV
It was the morning after the sleepover that the girls decided to go about the rest of their day. They all told Willa to thank River for the enjoyable breakfast (which Willa cooked) that was set out for them and the weirdly fun night that they spent together. Willa waved goodbye to Addison and told her that they would see each other tomorrow. Once the house was empty of her friends and the alien, Willa rests her back against the closed door.
She sighed and looked in the messy kitchen from across the room.
She studied the untouched plate of blueberry pancakes, bacon, and eggs like it was a crime scene. River didn't come down for breakfast. To Willa's knowledge she was still asleep when she woke up to the sound of the girls talking down stairs. River was a light sleeper, she should've heard them. She should've at least pretended that they were good instead of leaving Willa with the awkward moments in between breakfast with the girls sudden acknowledgment of River not being apart of the conversation.
Willa remembered how she came up with some lame excuse of River having a bad headache and she had taken something for it, telling them that she needed a minute and she'll be down soon.
But she never came.
Willa's shoulders slumped and she pushed herself off the door. She made her way into the kitchen and began to clean. She hoped that it was clear her head a bit. Things were weird again. Even more so when River was giving Willa the cold shoulder even when she slept. Willa couldn't even touch her. Especially since River had created a pillow barrier in the middle of the bed and constantly moving to the edge.
Willa wasn't sure how long she could last with Rio's attitude towards her. Her baby was pissed and she had to fix it.... Again. But this was the thing—Willa wasn't sure if she wanted to. It sounded wrong, she knew that. It was choice. A mindset that Willa wanted to get out of. But if River wasn't trying to understand her situation, then why should she bend over backwards to keep the peace?
The peace that would only ever come after Willa apologizes for her mistake and hers only.
It was starting to become a bit of a pattern. An argument happens and they stop talking. Willa would eventually fold a little too soon while River waits for the apology. She didn't even know what she was apologizing for this time. Or maybe she did and just didn't want to admit it out loud—didn't want to say that maybe she had crossed a line with her actions.
Or maybe it was what she didn't say.
What she didn't do.
How she couldn't read River's mind and fix all the wrongs that she had done.
Before she knew it, Willa had finished cleaning the half of the kitchen. The orange juice, whipped cream, and syrup placed back inside the fridge and pantry. The stove was wiped down, spotless despite the dried batter and tiny splatters of grease that had been there from cooking. The island was cleared of crumbs and counters were disinfected with Dahlia's lemon juice wipes and spray. Although the scent of fresh pancakes, syrup, and burnt bacon was still lingering in the air.
But the sink and dishes inside it were stared back at Willa like a madman who wanted his money back.
The dishes were piled up in the muggy water, soggy pancakes and eggs floating around on top along with the once fluffy white whipped cream that were now melted. Willa's lips curled in disgust and she shivered. She sighed and passed the island to make way over to the sink. The werewolf sighed and dipped her clawed hands into warm water, bracing herself to properly scrape and scrub the dishes clean.
And as she did, Willa's mind began to wander off to the thought of River.
Because in reality Willa felt that deserved that coldness that she was being given. Maybe this was another punishment for the way she was treating A-Zara. But why? Why was Willa the one who felt like an outsider in her own relationship? Willa watched from the outside—like a ghost who couldn't leave the haunted house she was bound to. In this case, Willa was the ghost, and River and A-Zara were the house. She couldn't do much else than float around and watch.
Watch the way A-Zara looked at River like she already had her. Hear the sound of River's laugher, seeing the way she tilted her head with such interest in what A-Zara was saying or doing. Letting her sit next to her. Letting her touch her. Letting her dumb gloved hand rest on her girlfriend's body as they laughed together.
And the worst part?
River let her.
She didn't push A-Zara away. Didn't flinch when she got close. Didn't seem to care that Willa was right there, watching. Like she wanted her to. Like she knew what it would do to her. It made her physically sick to the point where vomit tried to make its way up her throat. Willa swallowed it down, harshly. It burned in the back of her throat and she opened her mouth to breathe, gagging as the taste clings onto her tongue.
She was brought back down to earth by her hand meeting the silver barrier of the double sided sink, clenching it to keep herself steady from the sudden dizziness that followed.
The werewolf had tightly shut her eyes and muffled a painful groan at the burning sensation that was against her palm. Willa pulled away from the unbearable sting. She tore her hand away from the sink and stumbled back a step or two as the sound of gurgling water was being drained from the sink. She cradled her red palm against her chest with her uninjured hand wrapped around her wrist, feeling it in pulsating throbs.
Willa turns around and lets her body rest against the marble counter, her jaw clenched and her chest rising and falling in quick.uneven breaths. Her eyes fluttered shut, arched brows pulled together briefly, gulping hard and lets out long calming blow of breath. The pain in her palm still radiated through her skin as she frowned. Willa threw her head back before she dragged her left hand down her face and let her fingers sit on her lips.
She opened her eyes as a moment of thought came to her mind.
<3 Um.... I just legit finished watching Z4 and I have no words :/
