#knoxxwillow

[sweetacidrain]

@deamuses​

“Knox.” Willow whined his name. “Baby, come on. What’s wrong with this tree?” The tree in question being 9 feet high. “I really want it.” She pouted.

[sweetacidrain]

@deamuses​

Four months had passed since that morning with Knox. In those four months, things had changed. She moved on from Knox, despite knowing she wasn’t truly over him, but she knew she couldn’t just sit and sulk forever. He did a very good job of pushing her away, after all, and he had managed to push her right into someone else. A friend that had always had a thing for her was always there for her through the entire break up and about a month after that morning, Willow agreed to give dating him a shot. Now here they were at a friends party, not as big as the parties she was used to, but it was still busy. She walked over to him and a group of their friends, handing him a drink while she sipped her own. His arm draped over her shoulders, pulling her close so their sides were against each other.

[sweetacidrain]

@deamuses

“I can’t keep doing this Knox! I can’t!” Willow was screaming at this point, pacing back and forth in the living room of their apartment. She stopped and looked over at him, tears threatening to spill from her bright blue eyes. “I’m sick and tired of waiting for you to come home while you go out with your fucking friends! I’m sick of being alone all the time!” They always had this fight. They always had some kind of fight. It was how they were. Fight, break up, make up, repeat. “If you don’t want to be around me that bad, then don’t bother coming back!”