Abagail and Willow are two girls, fighting for their love until the very end. 𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓪𝓼 𝓼𝓸𝓯𝓽 𝓪𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓫𝓾𝓷𝓷𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓼 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓰𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓷 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓪𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓯𝓾𝓵 𝓪𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓻 𝓼𝓴𝔂 𝓸𝓷 𝓪 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓽𝔂 𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓶𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓪𝓷 𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝓹𝓲𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓻 𝓴𝓷 𝓪 𝓻𝓸𝓲𝓷𝔂 𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓗𝓮𝓻 𝓰𝓸𝓵𝓭𝓮𝓷-𝓫𝓻𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼 𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓗𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓸𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓘 𝓬𝓻𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓗𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓽𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓘 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓗𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓰 𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓻𝓼 𝓪 𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓼 𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓷 𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔂𝓮𝓽 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓘 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓻 𝓐𝓵𝓵 𝓘 𝓶𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓭𝓸 𝓲𝓼 𝔀𝓪𝓲𝓽. 𝓦𝓪𝓲𝓽 𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓵 𝓘 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓻𝓾𝓷. 𝓡𝓾𝓷𝓪𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓲𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭. A short story of love. Thinking of writing a sequel so stick around!!!