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_WILLOWHALLUM: lonely :///
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USER67: you dyed your hair pink??
USER12: i saw the pic of you on brendon's story from tuesday!
USER34: ur adorable 💘
DAVIDDOBRIK: perfect 🐻 ↳ _WILLOWHALLUM: i luv u !
USER34: you don't need a man! better off without one
USER25: BRENDONURIE dude
USER48: so you're that girl on brendon's story 🤔
DANI_WOW: what a slut ↳ USER98: mhm sis
USER56: i am gay for you 🤤
USER45: baby you're not lonely
USER1: cutie! marry me! 💍💘
BRENDONURIE: pop ↳ _WILLOWHALLUM: goes my happiness lololol ↳ BRENDONRUIE: text me
USER61: ❤️❤️
WILLOW HALLUM was not all for happiness at the best of times, it really seemed odd for someone as smiley as her to be so down sometimes. however, it wasn't recognisable that she wasn't okay to most — only a few people truly knew how she felt. but of course, no one brought it up. willow had her fair share of fits and breakdowns. she would literally smash things and rip stuff off her walls. it all felt very surreal, especially when you were sat in the room whilst it was happening. only one person had ever seen willow have a proper breakdown, screaming and crying. yet there she was, her bedding stripped from her pine oak bed, the posters ripped from her walls and glass on her floor. her knees hugged up to her chest, she let out bellowing sobs that could probably break someone's heart with sadness. what was she crying about? nothing and everything at the same time — it was like this most of the time. it was 10pm, the time where people would be out with friends or out for a romantic dinner, maybe. a time where willow would be lying on her nice bedding, the bare ceiling staring back at her. but this time the ceiling was watching her as she tore her lungs apart, sobs racking throughout her porcelain body — her rosy cheeks blotchy and hot, freckles still remaining the same constellation on her face and across the bring of her nose. her hair was tangled from the pulling at her scalp, wanting to tear out each individual hair and feel the short burning sensation of it. her phone was buzzing constantly, texts piling up on her lockscreen. it was a picture of her and brendon from when they were younger. as much as she had a mutual feeling toward him, the lockscreen had been the same for the past six years. she had never changed it. it was odd, she once hated him and wanted to erase every memory from her head, but at the same time she just wanted to smile at him one last time. she wanted to throw her phone across the room, the buzzing sound only getting louder the more she concentrated on it. letting out a loud scream, she snatched her phone, her grip very tight against the plastic casing. brendon had text her a couple times, whilst david had sent almost hundreds. she only just managed to read a text from the top before her bedroom door swung open, an out of breath david bent over his own knees, gasping for some air. he looked around her room with knowing eyes before scrambling to her side on the floor, pulling her body to his. "it's okay. it's all going to be okay." david mumbled into her hair, head on his chest. she let out a shaky breath, her hot breath seeping through the thin fabric covering david's skin. he kissed the top of her head gently before picking her up and lying her down on her soft foam mattress, the sheets casted on the floor — but not for long. david crawled beside her, pulling the sheets with him as he layed beside willow. he was welcoming her into his arms, but it was her choice whether to accept or decline. she scooted her body close to david's, arms falling around his waist. her head buried in his chest, she tried her best to fall asleep in the company of david.
