Ignore The Sim It's On Rn But. This Hair Is Peak Allie Like The Bangs And The Length....

ignore the sim it's on rn but. this hair is peak allie like the bangs and the length....

“ unpossession. ”

Willow didn't expect her to understand, not really. She thinks this kind of pain might be beyond her. Not pain, but - the darkness of it. The tar-black hands reaching down from the depths of Willow's soul where even Allie's bright light can't shine. Where nobody's can. She doesn't expect her to believe her, she doesn't expect Allie to be able to say anything that will make her feel any kind of warm. But she does. She surprises her, with the love that pours out of her. So certain and so kind and so sure that Willow is deserving of it.

"I love you, Allie..." Willow whispers. There's not much more that she can bring herself to say. She believes her. She believes that Allie sees something in her that Willow just can't, she believes that Willow is worthy of her love and so she is worthy of her love. The way that Taylor made her believe she wasn't. The way that Augusta's departure made her believe she would never feel alive again. Allie loves her, and that's all that matters for now. All that can matter. She sniffles, she chokes down all that sorrow bubbling out of her mouth because it isn't worth it here, while Allie's love exists. "I'm sorry I went away. It was all too much..."

        she wishes she could will away the worry, cover it up so she wouldn't have to think about it. she finds that the worry is even harder to tuck away at times like now, when she already feels so heavy and ... and worthless. that's what she feels. like she can't help willow and there's nothing good she can do. the fairy girl swallows all of that and holds willow tighter, solider, confirming that this isn't another dream of hers where willow is whisked away from her at the end. again.

        " it's okay, i understand. it- it just ... i just ... " pink petals are tucked away, bitten under teeth. " people leave me, and they don't come back. " she shouldn't bring more sad, more dark, more deep and ugly and unwanted, but she can't help it. her hands, fingernails grip at her own skin where they rested, digging. " i'm sorry- i'm sorry, i shouldn't have said anything, i didn't- i didn't mean- i was- i was just scared. i was- i was scared you- you wouldn't- " you wouldn't come back to me. and allie doesn't know if she could've handled that, handled willow leaving her. leaving her like her mother, leaving her like everyone else. but it hurts to say things like that, and it's untrue. she hasn't even said it, and she wishes she could take it back. something hot pricks at her eyes like thorns, shining them like a doll's. don't cry, allie. don't cry over something silly, something in your own head. " i'm sorry, i love you. i just- i don't wanna lose you, not ever. "

Thee allie core

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