George X Willow Novels & Stories

Her heart broke for the people who died. "Do you know when this was?" He asked. "When she was fifteen. You already know that." Willow mumbled, looking at her fingers. "It was seven years ago." George said and continued when she did not react. "Do you recall any other accident that happened seven years ago?" Willow's eyes snapped up to meet his. "What do you mean?" "Connect the dots, Willow." George had the look of someone who had achieved his goal on his face. "No!" Willow's hand flew to her lips.

Xander sits on the ground, not moving, as if he has slipped into a vegetative state. I hold her bruised fist in my hand and bring it up to my mouth. I kiss each of her knuckles gently and pull her into my arms where she begins to sob uncontrollably. I glare at Xander who is now watching us with an expression I don’t understand. “I don’t want anyone to die over me,” is all the Willow could get out as she cried into my chest. She kept just repeating that same line over and over again.

Small leaves had grown in random parts of his arm, it was as if it was made out of a tree, bark-covered the outer layer of his arm. He glanced behind him, finally noticing a giant tree, a willow tree. It’s thick leaves a shower of curtains, covering the broken interior of the cabin he was in. He felt drawn to such a massive tree, it was unlike any other tree he had seen, it was massive, it was as tall as a three-story house. He felt drawn to it. A magnetic pull urging him towards it. Subconsciously standing up with unsteady feet he went near it, touching its trunk, he could feel it was alive,

Ate Willow suddenly arrived quickly even though she was holding two plates that she was wiping. “There’s nothing Ate Willow—” “I knew it. Good thing you didn’t grow up as a lesbian,” Axton said suddenly. What?! “Stop it Axton—” “Oh what is that, what is that,” Iris suddenly interrupted. “Geof heard some news.” “Fren (Friend), Xania is officially a young lady!” Ate Willow squealed at Iris. “What? What do you mean by that?” Lizar asked because he seemed to follow. “Huh? What are you guys—”