As the willow droops

The Sun in her branches

Willow was still soundly sleeping when the sun's rays began to gently creep through the room's white lace curtains. She had been so exhausted the night before from the long drive with Johansson. She was curled up in a light pink bed, the cotton smelling fresh and clean. The room was spacious, with white wooden floorboards, light blue walls and large windows covered with plain white lace curtains. It was quite lovely, but she hadn't noticed the night before. The windows overlooking the gardens outside were clean, with small window sill flower pots that held variations of flowers, including the whitest of snowdrops. Her bags had been left neatly by her new wardrobe.

Although the outside world was awakening, birds chirping happily, small creatures lazily stretching and flowers opening up their heads, reaching towards the fresh sunlight, Willow slept on.

He was standing in the doorway, though. His well sitting blonde hair perfectly cut, his blue eyes glazed over, he stood like a statue. The golden sunlight made his tanned skin glow, and his crisp white shirt hugged his figure well. He had been walking around his home, checking that everything was in order. And he had stumbled upon this room in particular, it was newly renovated, he had simply wanted to check how well it was being kept, when he saw her sleeping figure. She was already here? Of course, he had told Johansson to not allow any mumbling lawyer to tell her anything, about him, about her inheritance or about where she was going. He watched her young chest rise and fall, her hair spread out across the pillow above her and her hands placed gently beside her head and one across her stomach. The sunlight made the covers glow gold, and her innocence radiated to him from her body. She was truly awe inspiring, and he was suddenly brought out from his trance when he REALLY thought about what he was thinking. It was unholy to say the least, but he knew being only two decades into his life, he would still be aware of these things, and would be for a long time.

Deciding he should go to where his business lay, he retreated from the room regretfully.

Not much time had passed, when Willow stirred. She had been in such a deep sleep, she had not felt the sun on her skin, or heard the sounds of the day from outside. Stretching, she got out of her now messy bed, raised her eyebrows at the design of her bedroom, before slipping into clothes to start the day. She spent a while looking around her room, it was lovely, she could not have picked a better design. But she was not to admire it for long, as her stomach made a growling intrusion to her train of thought. She looked down, her green eyes looking at her stomach, which protruded the slightest bit from beneath her grey long sleeved t-shirt. She was wearing worn skinny jeans and a pair of black converse. The exquisite room was out of her league, and for a room that is saying something. She ran her hand over her stomach, feeling the flab there that was constantly at the back of her mind. It tortured her, in the past, caused her to often stare at the cellulite and stretch marks in the mirror back at home and sigh. It wasn't toned or tanned. It was bulbous and paler than the rest if her body.

She was lost in thought again. Sitting on the edge of her unmade bed, her hand absent mindedly running along her stomach, her green eyes fixated to the far wall. Her stomach had interrupted before, but now it was taking over her. She was now unconsciously tearing up, think about how she did not fir the standard of beauty everyone seemed to want out of her. Green eyes now pooling with tears, falling to her cheeks as she is clutches at her chest now, breathing quickly and vision blurring. Its all over soon though. She deepens her breaths, imagining her mothers gentle arms holding her, rocking her. Like those times when her stepfather lashed out, she would cry and her mother would be there, holding small yellow pills that calmed her down. But now, she was alone. She did not have that caring mother's touch, she did not have little yellow tablets that tasted oddly like chamomile. She only had a some old jackets and the pottery.

She had to do something to calm down. So, tidying her bed, unpacking her clothes and sorting them into her drawer, she finally felt a little relieved. Heading out if her room now, being cautious as to not make the floor dirt ridden from her shoes, she emerged into the hallway. It was wooden, the wood looked like it had been polished not long ago, and the walls were covered in grey wallpaper, with a few stone ornaments that were also part if the wall. The doorways were surrounded in stone skirting, and the doors were made of expensive looking white wood. It was a weird colour scheme, yet it was simple, which made Willow feel slightly better about it. Her bedroom seemed to be one of three along this corridor in particular, with large bay windows opposite the doors, where one could sit and look out at a small woodland and a part of the gardens.

Willow was about to investigate further, when she stopped in her tracks. Who was she staying with? Where the hell was she? Her eyes widened at the sudden flood of thoughts, and she staggered back towards the wall. She needed answers. She wasn't going to float about like some stone ornament. Clenching her fists, she headed right, in the direction of a large landing which seemed to stem off to different wings of the house. She noted that she was in the East wing, before jogging down the slightly curving staircase. What was at the bottom was breathtaking. It was an entrance hall, slightly small but still very lavish. In the middle of the room, a large tree was growing upward, behind a glass tube which was just directly jutting out to the sky. It wasn't an eyesore, it was elegant, surrounded by a small stone courtyard. The glass was clear, and there was a very unnoticeable crack where a glass door was. Deciding against intruding on the tranquil looking place, Willow turned around in an attempts to find the kitchens.

(A/N! So this story is progressing well I think! I like the tree idea. And I know, HOW does one miss such a thing! Like Willow did the night before? She's a bit of an airhead, really! May add another chapter/extra bit on here. Please vote if you enjoy my style of writing. Thanks for reading!) Kik/instagram: MichelleBaggins