“do you truly believe it would have been any different with her?”
the question wasn’t an accusation, nor did it come out with any malice or bitterness. honestly, it came across as a fact more than a question. willow didn’t need to ask who the mysterious her was. there were only two women who had been large overwhelming presences in this marriage, and willow knew he wasn’t talking about the ice-cold women she called her mother.
there was the smallest tightening around her heart any time a vision of her entered her head, but willow had gotten amazing at blocking most things that had made her happy. it was only a weakness and one that could be used against you. she learned that the hard way when she was younger. so, she kept the boxed up and only took a peak when she was completely alone. when she was safe to be vulnerable. when no one was looking.
the couch was far too soft beneath her. it used to bring her comfort. miles cuddling up because he couldn’t help himself, even knowing how much she detested physical acts of love. but for him? she allowed it. it was miles. there were plenty of happy memories on this couch, but now as she sat here, slowly sinking into the cushion, she hated how soft it felt. her perfectly fine husband so far on the other side from her but she preferred it that way.
“you think it would have been some happily ever after? you two would have run off and it would have been some perfect version of life? you would heal and what? mommy would no longer live inside your head? or better yet…she would love you?”
his words still didn’t hold any venom; it was like he was just cracking up was already broken between them and spilling out the damage. he wasn’t wrong and it stung. willow couldn’t open her mouth to admit it, so she kept her mouth shut and sat in silent anger. she wasn’t sure if the anger was at him, herself, or her mother.
“I tried so hard to love you and you refused to let me. I do love you, but you’re broken. you can’t help but break everyone else around you. just like your brother, exactly like your mother. that’s the price legacy.”
exactly like your mother. it rang in her head over and over. she whipped her head to look at him for the first time tonight and finally taking him in. he looked skinnier and there were bags under his eyes. his hair was a mess that she was sure from being rumpled with over and over out of some anxious habit. was this me? did I do this?
willow’s fuck you died on her lips and a soft ‘I’m sorry’ fell out instead. he could only return a soft, sad smile because of course. that’s just who he was. a good guy. someone willow thought she could love, and maybe she did. even just a little bit but it wasn’t enough. he only stayed for another minute or two before he was up and gone with one single forehead kiss.
she grabbed her phone before her thoughts could formulate and she could get herself into trouble. while ian was a runner, god knows the trouble willow could find herself into. she never once thought about stopping herself from running her mouth. miles was the first person that popped into her head. needing anyone but a price at this moment, but she wasn’t entirely sure wanted to feel good at this moment. like she deserved to feel good.
Before she could even second guess herself, she dialed the phone number and pressed the phone against her ear. her body going from numb to cold the second she heard the familiar voice.
“mom?” she said softly, wondering if she even heard her.
“oh, sweetie.”
tears instantly pooled into her eyes. maybe this was her punishment. maybe this is what she deserved. or maybe a girl did just want her mom, wishing things would be different. that she would come in and make everything better. wrap her up in a warm hug, brush back her hair and tell her everything would be ok. say I’m proud of you. I love you.












