Willow's Touch Does Everything And Nothing, It Confirms Allie Of The Girl's Shaking Presence And Feels

        willow's touch does everything and nothing, it confirms allie of the girl's shaking presence and feels so, so small, which makes her worry even more. she's not supposed to worry. she's supposed to be fun and careless and thin, like a cloud over the sun. but she can't, she can't not care.

        " of course i'm crying, silly girl, you're talking about being hopeless, i- " i'm supposed to be your hope. all i am is hope. but i'm stupid in it, i'm stupid and i don't see you, throwing yourself into the dark. " it's not your fault, it's not your fault. you're upset, i can't help but be upset. it's not your fault. please, please- " she's begging now, please don't run away to that dark place again, please don't hide. " i want to know, i do want to know, please- please don't-. " please don't leave.

        and she didn't mean to but now she's crying a little more, and now she's trying desperately to make herself stop. willow will be upset if you cry, and then you really have ruined everything. her fingers grasp on tighter to willow's hands, her skin, trying to keep her right there with her, forever. ghost pale and shaking, she needs to see the pink her fingers will bring pressing against it, looking almost monochrome against allie's own.

“ unpossession. ”

Willow hadn’t been looking at Allie while she rambled, staring off into some distant and grim dreamscape where she is both adult and child; where she’s alone; where the people she loves have turned their backs on her finally, because she has used up their sympathy and good will… So she looks shocked by Allie’s sudden interruption, scared and relieved all at once that it was just a dream and that at least one friend hasn’t turned her back on her.

            “Allie…” She says softly, in awe of the tears on her cheeks. In awe of her strength in the face of Willow’s sadness.

When she was fifteen she was alone too, Willow would say if she ever knew. She would tell Allie all of that, share it. She would tell her that if she knew her back then, she would have wanted her.

            “I’ve made you cry,” Willow whispers, touching her face. This is what she does. She spreads her sadness around, trying to even the load. The people that care for her get hurt and those who don’t, feed on it. “I made you cry…”

KRISTINE FROSETH IN SHARP STICK.

the confirmed allie fleur method to stop crying or being angry is to spell 'be like a duck let it roll off of your back'

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        they've sat quietly for a while. she thinks, anyway, time gets so silly here. the trees wiggle and the sun laughs but it feels like day forever, golden and glowing and bright until it's night, and things waver even more. but they've sat so long that questions start to perch on allie's tongue, tiny birds that want so desperately to be free, and she just can't deny them any longer. " do you have a name? sometimes people don't have names here. " she asks, curious and gentle and trying her very best not to press. she knows names can be hard. well, not hard, really. slippery and thin, and so, so heavy.

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