Hollow

three.

EDITED - If you find any mistakes, that's what comments are for.

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To her sincere dismay, Willow found herself entwined, held against Luca's strong arms, the feeling of his light chest hair tickling her uncovered back. The throbbing organ caged by bone beat a little harder and her sight got a little more glassy. Her bare skin felt feverish and her weakened muscles ached but that was nothing compared to the sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. With cautious movements, she removed the limbs securing her against his broad chest. Luca's soft snores whistled through the air and the morning sun dawned in through the open windows.

Once out of his hold, she rushed to collect her clothes that had been torn and scattered around his bedroom. The top five buttons had been snapped off of her summer dress, leaving her exposed.

She quietly crept across the aged wood with caution, trying her hardest to leave her friend undisturbed as he twisted in his slumber. His musky smell was all over her skin that mixed with sweat. She wanted nothing more than to rid herself of his touch, his smell, but she desperately needed to get home.

As she walked, she combed her unmanageable mane in an attempt to calm the mayhem of curls while trying to hold the front of her dress together.

She maneuvered through the many obstacles of empty liquor bottles and dirty clothes strewn throughout the apartment. As her dainty fingers caressed the doorknob, his deep voice called out.

"Willa?" His voice was hoarse with sleep, in that tone that froze Willow in her steps.

"It's ok. Go back to sleep. I am sorry to have woken you." Her soft voice filled the room.

A light breeze flew in as she hesitantly opened the front door.

"I'm sorry, Willow."

The previous events surfaced and pool in Luca's mind and his immense guilt weights his being. His eyes drink over her body; the rips in the delicate fabric cause her dress to hang in an odd way and the bruising littered along her body made it harder for him to breathe. He had done this to her.

"I know you are." She gave him one last forgiving glance before exiting.

He begrudgingly stands, carefully stepping over all the shit he failed to clean up, on his way to the bare fridge. The look in her eyes made Luca's heart fall sullen in his chest and haunted his thoughts. The dread and despair centered in her eyes, working its way down to a sympathetic frown that overtook her face.

He was the cause of her sadness, her pain. He took advantage and corrupted the only good thing in his life.

In a fit of rage, he blindly takes the glass bottle that had only just become familiar with his hand and hurls it away. The fragile pieces fall into pieces on the floor, the browning liquid burst and veiling the wall and old wood in a sticky mess.

He hastily makes his way back to the safe confines of his mismade bed and takes refuge under the covers, the guilt weighing heavy as if it were something physical.

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Willow slowly began to walk, her limbs protesting every step she took. She was bruised and swollen and the unpleasant sensation was amplified as she limped home. Trying to remain unphased, she continued forward with a bitter smile even if it were false on her lips. The sun radiated down on her bare skin, the cool breeze caressed her cheek, and she couldn't wish for better days. Her boot-covered feet took small strides, kicking pebbles along the white line.

The old trailer she once called home began to appear in her sights. The aspects of filled halls and boring lectures weren't seen in her future as she trudged up the chipping steps on a one-way course to her abandoned sheets.