Withering Willow #Wattys2016

Immersed//2

Immersed

Willow was a book lover. She would never be spotted without a book at least in a two meter radius of her, with that being said Willow was in the school library, but unlike the other days where she would be reading her heart out, today, she was propped on an uncomfortable wooden chair, and was blankly staring out the window, her elbow resting on the table holding her face, and sipping her bitter coffee.

Something was off today, and everyone took notice, everyone except Willow herself. She was immersed in her own world. A world that's so different yet so same to everyone else's. There are a few things you wouldn't expect, like how there are no princes to save princesses locked away in perilous towers, and how there aren't any people, it's just her, and how she doesn't have many materialistic things.

Willow snapped back into this strange world with so many faults that millions try to cover up, but she had a scrutinizing eye and could see all the cracks it had, maybe it was just how she was or maybe it was the glasses. 

She looked down to her now empty coffee mug, her lips curved downwards into a faint frown. She would always frown when she finished her coffee. For some odd reason, she loved coffee, there wasn't anything special about it, and to tell you the truth, she didn't even know if she did love it.

Oh there it is. The "L" word. A four letter word that can make you or break you, Willow never believed in it. No, she never got her heart broken, nor did she have a sour tale to tell to why she doesn't believe in love, her simple answer was, she didn't.

Doesn't it seem simple enough to you. Willow always wondered what was so good about it, sure she enjoyed company and people being there for her, but Willow had one very unusual characteristic, she never got too attached to anyone.

In a way, Willow was used to people leaving her, and as time passed, and she grew up, Willow realised that they might've not even been there to begin with. Something that isn't there cannot leave.

Willow drummed her fingers against the cool ceramic cup absentmindedly, softly blowing the strand of hair that had drifted down from her messy bun and onto her face. She got up out of the unruly wooden chair and opened the window, the few loose sheets of paper loitered about on the table had decided to fly around the room. Willow watched them go, she should've picked them up, but it all seemed too magical to her that she couldn't possibly ruin it.

Willow walked to the staff room located in the corner of the room, she had to put her empty cup away. She was the only student who had been given a key to the room seeing as she was the only one who went to the library, not including the teachers who would come to get material for their classes, or to just get away from their students.

Willow could never comprehend why no one ever came to the library, it was a magical place, filled with books old and new, coated with secrets, big and small, and happily ever afters.

She turned on her heels to look at the dusty books sitting in a dark corner, a smile gracing her lips just thinking about escaping into another world, one where there could be a dragon, or slave fighting for freedom.

Willow believe every book had diamonds buried deep inside them, all you had to do was some digging and voila, you have something extraordinary, something we all crave for.

The shrill sound of the school bell had awoken Willow fully out of her thoughts, successfully breaking her train of thought too, something she wasn't very happy about, and just like that, she walked off to class leaving a piece of her heart in a place where she truly belonged.

~I had this chapter written so I thought why not, expect a lot of errors, for many reasons, one being this is a rough draft and has not been edited and another being I am half asleep~

Blackheart