Why'd You Come Back?

Two Broken Pieces

Thrashing around, screaming I could feel someone on top of me. They held me so that I couldn't get away. I panicked, thinking it was Daniel.

"No! No! Let me go!" I shouted, followed by more terrified screams.

"Willow! Willow! Wake up! Wake up!" I heard someone yell. "Willow!" I felt hands against my shoulders now shaking me. I opened my eyes to find a very worried looking Dallin in front of me.

"Willow, are you okay?" he breathed out.

I was shaking. I had that damn nightmare again. My breathing sounded like I was hyperventalating, but after a little while my breathing came back to normal. I looked back at Dallin.

"Willow?" he said again. Indicating that I should tell him what's going on and why I woke up like a madwoman.

I shook my head and threw off the covers I was under. I scrambled out of Dallin's room hearing him call my name, but not bothering to turn back around.

I ran straight into my room and slammed the door.

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Dallin's POV

'What the hell just happened?' I asked myself as I saw Willow's tiny frame retreating out of my room.

I quickly got up and rushed out after her. She was already in her room with the door closed. "Willow! Willow, please open up!" I shouted through the door as I knocked and tried opening the door. It was locked.

"Willow, please." I pleaded. There was no answer. I stepped away from the door, deciding I should give her some space.

I walked down the hall back into my bedroom. I plopped down onto my bed and lay there thinking about what just happened.

Moments before Willow started screaming, I had woken up with my arms around her waist. My face was nessled into her neck and one of my legs was draped over hers. If I had walked in on us, I'd say it looked pretty intimate.

I had snuggled deeper into her. Breathing in her sweet smell that I had grown to love when we were younger. Then she started screaming and telling me to 'Let Go'. She started kicking her legs and flailing her arms everywhere.

I honestly had no idea what to do. It scared me.

When I woke her up, I could tell that something had happened that oviously scarred her.

It makes me really sad to think that an event so tragic has permenately hurt her. I can tell she's so much more different by the way she distances herself from others, or how her only friend is an older woman. The way she tensed when she saw Tony and the way Tony scolded me about not being around her because of her past. Like, what was that about?!

I huffed in frustration, running my hands through my hair, not knowing what to do.

Memories of the night Willow and me had our huge fight came to me. It was the summer that we graduated. She didn't have a clue what I was going to do for her that night. But, unfortunately, all hell broke loose. I don't even remember why we fought.

I sighed and got up from my bed. I walked over to my bag and unzipped it. I took out the bundle of letters I had written for Willow, while on my stay in Afghanistan, and the box that I'd saved for her all these years.

I opened the box and looked at the beautiful ring I had bought for her. I loved her so much and wanted to ask her to marry me. I had slaved day and night to earn money for this ring. I knew she would love it. The thing is, will she love it now?

I sighed again, taking the box and putting it in the top drawer of my dresser.

Grabbing my bundle of letters, I leaped back onto the bed. For some reason, I never sealed my letters to Willow in envelopes. They always stayed open. Usually, I'd reread them. Sometimes, I'd throw out the letters I feel that shouldn't...be read by her. Those letters were probably poorly written or had something stupid in them.