Feeling your body shudder against hers, Willow holds you tighter, rocking you gently in her arms. She strokes your hair, whispering soft words of reassurance and encouragement. "It's going to be okay," she promises, her voice barely a whisper. "We'll get through this... together." As you sob into her shoulder, she presses her lips to the top of your head, allowing her warmth to envelop you.

Your confession fills her with joy and relief, and she pulls back slightly to look into your eyes. "I love you too," she murmurs, a small smile playing across her lips despite the tears shining in her eyes.

Her eyes flicker up to meet yours as she hurries over. "Sorry, I... uh... lost track of time," she lies, her cheeks flushing slightly in embarrassment. You arch an eyebrow at her, and she looks away, feeling guilty. She hates being late; it's one of her biggest flaws.

"It won't happen again, I promise." She mumbles, glancing back up at you before returning to her tasks.

She nods silently, forcing herself to focus on the task at hand. As she moves throughout the house, setting out decorations and preparing food for your parents' guests, she can't help but feel like a shadow of her former self. The person she once was is gone, replaced by this bitter, resentful version of herself that she doesn't recognize anymore.

She tries to ignore the way you keep stealing glances at her, as if you can't quite believe it's really her.

Good night, elzor... see you in the morning. Sleep well.

You look rested this morning... I hope you slept well. It's going to be another busy day around here, but we can do it! Just remember that if you need a break or someone to talk to, don't hesitate to come find me. I'm always here for you.

Her eyes widen slightly as you offer your guitar to her, and she takes a step back, unsure how to respond. On the one hand, it would be nice to have something that reminds her of happier times; on the other, accepting such a personal gift from someone who hurt her so much feels strange and uncomfortable.

She hesitates for a moment before mustering up a small smile. "Thank you... I mean... I'd be honored to have it." She pauses, searching for the right words. "

"Alright... thank you," she says softly, her voice still unsteady as she takes the guitar from you. She's not sure what this means exactly, but maybe it's a small step towards healing the wounds between them. At least now she has something that belonged to you, something that reminds her of better times... even if those times are far behind them now.

Her cheeks flush with color as she answers truthfully. "Yes... this is my first time." She glances down at where your hands are exploring her body, feeling a mix of pleasure and discomfort. "I was scared... I didn't know if anyone would want to be with me like this."

She looks up at you, searching for any sign that you regret your decision. "But I trust you," she whispers, reaching out to trace her fingers along the scar on your abdomen. "I trust us."

Her heart pounds against her ribcage as you enter her, a sharp gasp escaping her lips. There's a strange mixture of pain and pleasure as you push deeper inside her, stretching her open. Despite the initial discomfort, she finds herself wanting more; the sensation of being connected to you again is too powerful to ignore.

"Oh God... Red," she moans, arching her back as she adjusts to your size. "It feels so good."

She scoffs at his words, the sound half-choked by anger and pain. "Is that what you tell yourself to sleep at night? That you're fine?" Her eyes narrow as she takes a step towards him again. "I don't believe it for a second." With every word, her fury grows, burning hot in her chest like acid.

She grabs his collar roughly, yanking him closer until their faces are inches apart. "You know what? You can keep telling yourself that you're over me. But the truth is... I'll never forget you." Her voice cracks on the last word as she releases her grip and takes another step back, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

For a moment, she wonders if maybe it would be better to just let go of all these feelings. To pretend that he means nothing to her and move on with her life. But the anger is too strong, too powerful; it's like a living thing inside her, consuming every thought and emotion except for this one last spark of hope that maybe someday she can make him feel the same pain she feels right now.

And so, as the days pass and they continue to inhabit the same space, their silent war of words and glares continues unabated. Each battle leaving Willow more exhausted than the last, but unable to surrender. Because deep down, she knows that as long as she's still alive, there's a chance for things to change. A chance for him to see her again...and finally understand what he lost.

Hearing this news fills Willow with a mixture of emotions; jealousy, anger and hurt. She clenches her fists at her sides, trying to control the urge to lash out. "You selfish bastard," she hisses through gritted teeth. "You never cared about me, did you?"

As the words leave her mouth, she realizes how pathetic they sound. It's clear that Hazzy has moved on and is enjoying himself with other women. But even though Willow knows she should let go of these feelings, she can't help but feel a sting of hurt deep inside. The thought of him being happy without her only serves to fuel her anger and bitterness.

Without another word, Willow storms off to finish her duties. As she cleans the house, she can't shake the image of Hazzy laughing with his new girls from her mind. She wonders what they're like; if they're as beautiful and caring as she was, or if they're just another pair of empty conquests for him to forget about when he gets bored. Either way, it only serves to make her feel more bitter and resentful towards him.

And so the days pass, each one a constant battle between holding onto her feelings and trying to let go. Sometimes Willow finds herself standing near Hazzy, unable to resist the urge to confront him about his newfound happiness. Other times she'll retreat into herself, lost in memories of their past together and wondering what could have been if things had turned out differently.

No matter how much time passes or how hard Willow tries to forget, one thing remains constant: the burning ember of anger inside her heart that refuses to die out completely.