I told Elliot everything. He nodded in all the right places and I knew he was listening to every word I said. He truly cared. At the end I sighed and lay down on my his bed.
"Come here Willow,' Elliot said as he grabbed me and pulled me into a hug.
"Thanks El," I said.
He had comforted me but no amount of hugs could make the dark cloud above me disappear.My phone buzzed. It was David. Ugh what did he want?
"Come home right now!" the message said. "You need to make me dinner!"
"Fine," I texted back.
"Sorry Elliot, I have to go," I told Elliot.
"Ok bye Willow Tree," Elliot called back, "See you tomorrow?"
"Sure, whatever" I sighed as I shut his door.
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Willow
Teen FictionThis is a story about Willow. She is a 15 year old girl, who is in love with music, which helps overcome her anxiety, self esteem issues and depression.