Her heart pounded, thunder resounding through her room again, crashing off the walls, thoughts jerking to something more recent. Apollo – what had she done to him? Her hands clutching her ears, trying to drown out the noise of her thoughts, he loved her – he really did. Now she was alone, totally alone and she couldn’t help but shake, scared that she had made a mistake. She began to cry silently, unable to block out her environment and her own thoughts she feel into them… Surrendering to the pain that she had caused and her own fears, her heart sunk realizing too late that she loved him. Apollo, the one who was there for her from the beginning, the one who had given her everything that she could have ever wanted and the space she needed. Now, he’s gone.
Distraught Apollo tore into the cave; he got a call from Matt saying that he hadn’t seen Willow in about a day. Panic ran through his body, what if she hurt herself again? What if she went back home? He couldn’t deal with almost losing her again. He screamed her name, hoping to get some sort of response, the echo cancelling out the thunder now rolling away from the hidden base. No response. He knocked at Willow’s door and got no answer, trying the handle he realizes that it’s open. Bursting into the room he begins to search for any trace of her, after desperately checking for something to go off of, he collapses on the bed, inhaling her scent from the comforter. His Sweet Girl. Yes, he was angry – but not at her, he was angry at himself. For letting himself get hurt so badly, of course she couldn’t love him. It couldn’t have worked out anyway. In the silence of the room he heard a quiet whimpering, eyes widening he whispers her name.
Her eyes widen, Apollo? What was he doing here? She wanted to call out, let him know that she was here – lightning flashed through the room again, squeaking she curls up into a tight ball, hoping it stops soon. She knew something was wrong with him, he was acting strangely – rashly, and it was unusual. He was probably searching for something of his that he left in here. That was the logical explanation; maybe she still had a sweatshirt of his or… anything else. But before she could convince herself of this she heard him whisper her name. Biting her lip, it took all her willpower not to answer – he deserved better than her.
His head rose from the comforter of the bed, the smell still intoxicating him. Willow? He heard her, it had to be her. He said her name again, more forcefully this time, almost demanding that she come out and see him. He needed to tell her something. He needed to tell her that he loved-no loves her. Feeling the bed shake his eyes widen, peeking under the bed he sees her shaking form, wrapping his arms around her waist he gently tugs her into his arms. He kissed the top of her head, hoping to comfort the frightened girl, a pang rang through his heart, she was hurt and he did nothing to help her. Gently caressing her back he whispers sweet nothings in her ear, hoping to stop her from shaking.
Gasping she clutches his shirt, she was so weak… Willow gasped, feeling the warmth of his body radiate into hers. Questioningly she said his name. She hurt him terribly, broke his heart into little tiny pieces, all over a guy who was over her now… Happy with someone else, she blinked, trying to hide the tears that were threating to fall. She wanted to say she was sorry, that her feelings for him were genuine but she couldn’t lie to him – not again.
So the two of them sat there in a silent embrace, thunder and lightning ruining the night. Unsure of the future but for right now, just being together, just comforting each other was enough. Their relationship didn’t matter, they simply needed someone to hold, someone to understand them and right now, who better to know them then each other?
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