Dying
Willow Wilde was the exact opposite of wild... the irony of the statement bewildered her most of the time. Willow would go through her days head down, nose in a book, and would never really talk...anymore
A thousand words at the tip of her tongue, a million thoughts in her head, yet not a single one escaped. They were held kept captive and slowly they died, day by day Willow started shutting down the world.
Her family came first, she never really said much to them anymore. There was a time when she would never shut up and would always ramble on and on about everything and anything. A small smile graced her lips remembering all the good times.
She loved talking and being loud and boisterous but she couldn't help shutting the world out. Something changed and she had yet to find out what it was. Everything felt so surreal and Willow didn't know if it was a good feeling or not.
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Withering Willow #Wattys2016
General Fiction*** O N H O L D *** Willow Wilde became an introvert, completely locking up her extroverted ways. Of course life has to throw a curveball, and poor Willow realises that living with a blindfold on leaves her to see only darkness.
