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“Amity!”

The familiar voice causes the young Blight’s head to perk up. Originally, she had just been sitting on the bench by the playground, waiting all alone until her best friend arrived.

Edric and Emira were with Amity, but they went off somewhere, almost like they had vanished after Amity had lost sight of them. Though, Amity didn’t dwell too much on it. After all, her best friend is finally here!

From the other side of the play place, she saw Willow with both of her dads behind her. She sports a pair of overalls with a green striped shirt underneath. Her round glasses rest loosely on her nose and a few bandaids decorate her skin. The bright smile on her face warms Amity’s heart to no end. Willow is her best friend, someone she loves and cares for.

Amity’s parents often try to tell her she shouldn’t be hanging out with “half witches” (their words, not hers). But Amity didn’t understand what made Willow different from the rest of the witches on the Boiling Isles. Sure, her magic isn’t as developed as hers, but that doesn’t make her any less of a witch.

At least, not to Amity she isn’t.

She doesn’t care if Willow’s a late bloomer or never develops her magical ability any further than where is now. Amity is content with her friend however she is. Willow means the world to her, and she’d hate to see her cry over something so small in Amity’s mind.

“Willow!” Amity calls back excitedly, her eyes lighting up as she runs towards her. Both girls crush each other into a hug, excited to see each other. The last time Amity had seen her best friend was at swimming lessons five days ago.

“I’m so happy to see you again,” Willow exclaims, pulling away to look into Amity’s piercing golden eyes.

“Me, too!” Amity replies, her brown hair glowing in the soft lighting of the sun. She notices the Park parents looking down at the two of them with soft smiles on their faces, which causes her to smile shyly at them. “Hello, Mr. and Mr. Park.”

“Hello, Amity,” Willow’s black-haired father, Dorion, responds. He pushes his glasses up as he hooks his arm around his husband’s.

“Were you here in the park all by yourself?” Willow’s other dad, Oberon, asks softly. 

“No, Ed and Em were here, but they left a few minutes ago,” Amity tells them, tilting her head to the side slightly.

“That’s good to hear, how’re you doing young lady?” Dorion questions, pushing his glasses up again.

“I’m fine, mother and father have been making me study more and more recently. It’s why I can’t hang out so much, Willow.” Amity looks over at her best friend, who smiles reassuringly.

“Don’t worry, Ami. As long as we can still hang out, I’m happy with what we have,” she reassured the Blight, whose ears flap in pure joy.

However, both of the adults in front of the girls glance at each other. It’s something Amity doesn’t quite fully understand, but Willow says that adults can talk to each other through their minds. If that’s the case, Amity can’t wait to do that when she gets older so she and Willow can talk to each other in their heads.

“They’re not overworking you, right?” Oberon inquires, his smile faltering. Amity always wonders why Willow’s fathers ask questions like this.

Her parents don’t overwork her, they just make her do boring stuff. She’s learned to enjoy it more and more, but she often finds herself feeling overwhelmed or unhappy when she’s studying or training for too long. But mother and father always insist it’s to become a better witch.

To Amity, it’s normal to hide her emotions in front of her parents. It’s normal to hide her stims whenever she gets excited over something. Amity needs to be perfect and her parents are helping her.

Again, she looks up at the two males and smiles. “No, it’s just really boring,” she reassures them. Both adults relax, but they don’t lose that worried glint in their eyes.

However, Amity just brushes it aside, today isn’t a day to think about her mother and father. It’s about Willow and her hanging out.

“Come on, Papa and Pops! Let’s go get eye scream!” Willow exclaims, tugging Dorion’s apron with one hand while grabbing Amity’s hand with her other. The young Blight perks at the mention of eye scream. It’s one of their favorite sweets.

“Alright, alright. Calm down there, Sprout,” Dorion chuckles, bringing his free arm to rub the back of his neck. Oberon glances at his husband before a more genuine smile graces his lips.

“Why don’t you two rush ahead to the cart and order. We’ll catch up,” the bearded witch tells the two girls, who beam up at him.

“Yay! Let’s go, Ami,” Willow tugs Amity with her. She giggles excitedly at her best friend's enthusiasm and keeps up the pace with her best friend.

“Don’t need to tell me twice, Wills,”

“And Boscha got hit straight in her third eye!” Amity says, licking her eye scream as she recounts a story about Boscha. Neither Willow nor Amity are particularly fond of her because she’s mean.

The sun shines down on them as they talk to each other. Both of the girls are sitting on a bench not far from the eye scream cart. Oberon and Dorion are only a few feet away, probably discussing some boring adult stuff.

Clouds slowly drift across the sky, leaving enough room in between each chunk to reveal the blue sky. Only a few creatures and monsters flew in the sky today, and most were far off. Their features are barely recognizable to both girls.

“Really?” Willow asks, laughing at the image in her head. Boscha always got angry whenever things never went her way and it always made her face red.

“Yeah, but she wasn’t happy when she found Skara and me laughing.” Amity winces at the memory, remembering the girl yelling at the two for laughing.

Sure it was probably cruel to laugh at others pain, but it was Boscha. She was never nice to anyone, especially her friends. Boscha treated her and Skara like sidekicks rather than friends. It was nothing compared to her friendship with Willow.

With Willow, they had fun. Neither felt overshadowed by the other. Both felt equal to the other as each had their quirks and their own fears. It’s what made them such great friends.

If someone got hurt, they’d help each other. When Amity had a breakdown, Willow would be there for her. She wouldn’t call her a baby or make fun of how she was. When Willow couldn’t perform spells well, Amity would encourage her and praise her as if she had done the spell perfectly.

Amity couldn’t imagine a world without Willow in it, and every time she tried it was always bland and empty. It was full of no freedom, no happiness. She hoped Willow felt the same.

“You okay, Ami?” Willow questions softly, wiping her face with a napkin messily. The youngest Blight averts her eyes from her friend momentarily. Her mind is always somewhere else, she often worries about her time with Willow.

She knows Willow would never leave her, but what if she had to leave Willow? Amity would hear how her parents talked about Willow, it was no surprise that they disliked her. So she often worried if they would ever do something that would make their friendship be forced apart.

The brunette couldn’t stomach the thought, she knows her time with Willow may be limited. And she’s not sure what she can do.

“I’m fine, Willow. Just thinking about Boscha…” she lies subtly, Amity doesn’t need to worry her best friend of these thoughts. They’re just irrational fears and thoughts. It’s not like anything could split them apart.

“Is it about how mean she is? Is she being mean to you?” Willow asks, finishing her eye scream swiftly. Amity giggles as she sees a mess on her friends cheeks and grabs one of her own napkins.

“Boscha is always mean to me, Wills. Don’t worry, it’s nothing I can’t handle,” the brunette reassures her best friend and she wipes some of the mess off of her friends face. Willow frowns, but manages to stay still as Amity finishes up.

“I know you can handle her, but she’s a jerk! She’s mean to me whenever you’re not around,” Willow huffs, crossing her arms. Amity mimics her friends' frowns and tosses her napkin in the trash can next to the bench.

“Wills, tell me if she’s being mean. I will beat her butt for your honor!” Amity exclaims, clenching her fists with a burning passion. In her mind, she hopes her passion makes her friend smile a little. Don’t get her wrong, she’s determined to get Boscha back later. But today is about her and Willow. No one else.

Her plan works as the black haired girl giggles at her gestures before scooting closer to Amity. “Alright, I will. But please don’t get yourself hurt, Ami.” Her green eyes shine with worry and care, it melts Amity’s heart into a mushy puddle.

“I promise you I won’t,” she reassures her, swinging her feet on the edge of the bench as she finishes her own eye scream up. To be fair, she’d almost forgotten about it for a bit.

A soft wind gently blows past both girls, picking  the leaves up into the sky with it. With the sun shining down, Willow intertwines her hand with Amity’s as they sit together. Neither speak or make a sound, causing Willow’s eyes to close while Amity looks up at the clouds.

The two sit in a comfortable silence for a moment. It’s not rare that the two girls often find themselves in such a situation. Where neither talk or have anything to say.

With Amity, she enjoys the silence as she can find herself thinking more clearly and she can’t enjoy the subtle sounds around her. She also drains herself quite often from talking and interacting with others, so when she finds herself going mute, she tends to hide away as adults don’t like it when she doesn’t respond.

However, Willow doesn’t mind. The black haired girl simply likes to exist around people. She enjoys the silence just as much as Amity does. Willow will occasionally hum, but normally both girls communicate through affection and touch.

This language helps them understand what the other wants or how one of them is feeling. Amity will often stuff her face into Willow’s shoulder or her back when she’s upset as she cannot find herself to face her best friend in those moments.

This leads to Willow hugging her friend or simply leaning her own head on Amity’s body in turn. Willow will also hug her friend whenever she feels bad, holding onto Amity to keep her grounded. The brunette returns the hugs or simply lets her be.

To others, it may seem childish or dumb, but to them this language is very special. It’s something that keeps their bond strong and unique.

After a few more minutes, Willow speaks up. “Do you wanna go play in the forest? I found a really cool area when me and Pops when Druffle Berry hunting,” Her question causes Amity to glance at her best friend. She can see the excitement within those green orbs that causes them to light up like no other.

How could she say no?

“Sure, as long as your dads won’t be mad at us,” She replies, watching as Willow's eyes light up with what could only be pure joy.

“Don’t worry, as long as we tell them where we are they won’t mind,” the black haired girl reassures her friend before hopping off the bench and taking Amity’s hand in hers.

Willow’s palms are warm and a little rough, but Amity doesn’t mind. The texture feels nice against her own skin. It helps her feel more grounded to the world and to reality in itself.

“Dad! Pops! We’re gonna go play in the forest!” Willow calls out to her dads excitedly. Amity moves her gaze from Willow to where Dorion and Oberon are, but something catches Amity off guard.

When her eyes land on them, they seem more… fuzzy? Suddenly, she can’t really see their faces clearly, almost like their faces are becoming more blurry and undefined. She can barely see the glasses on Dorion’s face or the large beard that Oberon bears.

It’s just… fuzzy.

“Alright, my flower. Have fun, but make sure you come back here before the sun falls.” Oberon waves to Willow and the slightly disoriented Amity. Willow pulls Amity along with her to the forest, seemingly not noticing the brunette's inner confusion.

“Don’t worry we will, Dad!” With that, both of the girls enter the forest. Amity shakes her head and decides to ignore what she just saw. Maybe her mind is trying to play games with her.

Or maybe it’s a sign.

Whatever it is, she’ll figure it out later.

“Where’s this spot anyways?” Amity inquires to her excited best friend. Said girl looks back and simply smiles a smile that lights up Amity’s small world.

“You’ll see,” she turns her head back to focus on the task ahead. The youngest Blight simply lets the girl drag her along as they run through the forest.

A familiar smell reaches Amity’s nose. One of wood and nature. Earthy. The smell reminds her of Willow as she always smells earthy, like new soil or flowers. Her shoulders relax slightly as she didn’t realize they were tense before then. She always loved the forest and it’s scenery.

Trees overtower the girls, creating a safe barrier from the sky above them. The long shadows stretch across the grass of the forest, creating a unique pattern on the ground with the fallen leaves on the ground.

Vines and moss climb up the trees, creating the only greenery the forest currently has besides the brush and plants on the floor of the forest. Flowers scatter across the ground, both of the girls doing their best to avoid them. Amity knows how much Willow cares for plants and living things in general. She’d hate to make her friend upset if they stepped on one of the many flowers.

Besides the flowers give the forest color and life.

Strips and specks of sunlight manage to sneak their way through the small openings from the trees. Most of it being from above the girls, warming them as they continue to run through. Not to mention the subtly breeze that’s been blowing almost all day.

Only a few sounds are hearable from where the girls are, the chittering of critters within the treetops or the cawing of demonic birds. Not to mention the soft song some of the creatures are creating. It makes Amity feel more at home than she ever was at the Manor.

Amity mentally wishes she could live with Willow in the forest. Everyday would be an adventure and they wouldn’t have to worry about the world around them. Maybe it’s why Amity can’t keep her mind tethered to the ground.

She hates reality. The only good thing about it is Willow and her dads. Other than that? Amity hates everything else about real life.

Edric and Emira never really paid too much attention to her. When they did, it was in the form of pranks. She knows they care about her, but they’re more annoying than helpful most of the time. Besides she’s their little sister, she knows she can be a handful at times.

Her father is… distant. He wasn’t always this way. In fact, Alador used to be really caring and affectionate towards his children. Especially Amity. The brunette can still remember all the good times they had together. How he would read to her at night, when he would share the latest news on things Amity couldn’t really comprehend yet. He was a good dad.

But one day, he changed. Suddenly, he didn’t have time to be around his kids. He didn’t have time to read to Amity or talk to her. Alador became distant, never really talking to his kids. Most of his time nowadays was spent in his office where none of the Blight children could go. Amity misses her old dad, but she guessed people changed. She guessed that he simply was too busy for them now. But he still loved them, or that was what Amity liked to think.

Finally, her mother makes her feel bad about herself, whether it’s about her body to her hair color. For the longest time she’s always been judged for her brown hair. In Odalias’s eyes, it’s seen as a “commoners'' hair color. But Amity likes her brown hair, it’s soft and warm. It reminds her of chocolate and cookies. She’s unique, different from Emira and Edric’s jade hair.

Mother never liked Amity a lot to begin with, they never talked like she had seen Willow and her dads talked. But she thought maybe it was just based on their personalities. Odalia had always been cold and strict, but she still loved Amity.

Right?

Right.

Right…

…right…

That’s only the beginning of Amity’s problems. Things like her status or her “friends'' make her feel stressed and unhappy. Most of the time, she wants to disconnect from the Boiling Isles to a better place. A place where she doesn’t have to worry about all of that junk.

With Willow, she is not only that escape, but she is also the only person who seems to understand her. To accept her for all of her flaws and insecurities. Things that her mother would scold her for, Willow wouldn’t even bat an eye at. Her best friend made her happy, and she hoped she felt the same.

Her mind snaps back to reality when she feels herself bump into Willow’s back.

“We’re here!” Amity steps back and shakes her head, bringing herself to observe their surroundings.

The place looks similar to most of the forest: the tall trees with their leaves turning all shades of yellow, orange, and red. The reddish orange grass below their feet and the sun peeking through the openings. But in front of Amity is the biggest difference she sees.

There’s an opening out to the beach, the grass and sand meet at a messy line. Trees and plants are overgrown in this particular area, hanging moss and flowers dangling from the bending trees. Not to mention the strong smell of soil and plant life.

“Woah, Willow…” Amity awes, her jaw dropping as she observes the scene. It amazes Amity the beauty this place holds. Not to mention that the two are actually at the beach. It reminds her of swimming lessons.

“It’s pretty cool, right?” Willow giggles, coming to stand beside Amity with her eyes on the trees overhanging the girls. It’s almost like a grove the trees manage to create for those who are adventurous enough to enter the forest.

“It’s beautiful, how’s you find this place?” She questions curiously. Looking down at the ground to see an array of flowers. Most of them are pink, but a few white ones from out of the array of flowers.

“When Pops and I went Druffle Berry picking I wandered out a bit and found this spot. I didn’t stay too long since Pops didn’t know where I was, but I didn’t memorize where it was and ended up just coming back to this place the other day.” She recounts, spinning in a circle happily. The sun dances on her black hair beautifully, causing the brunette beside her to glance over and smile at her friend.

A thought suddenly pops into Amity’s head. “How far are we from your dads? Isn’t the Boiling Sea super far from where we were?” She asks, stepping forward and hesitantly reaching up to touch one of the branches carefully.

Willow shakes her head as her smile grows. “Actually, this spot is pretty close to where we were. It won’t be hard to find out way back, especially since we’ll be heading back when it’s still light out.” She explains, walking towards the line between the sand and the grass. The black hair girl sits just behind that line, flowers decorating all around her. 

Amity tilts her head curiously and walks over to her friend. She also settles beside her friend, looking off at the Boiling Sea ahead. The wind blows past them again, and another wave of silence crashes over the two girls.

The brunette has to admit: Willow really did find a beautiful place. It’s not everyday you find secret hideaways in the Boiling Isles. Most of the time, there are other witches and demons around to intrude on your space or to listen in on conversations that aren’t theirs. It annoys Amity quite a lot.

But knowing Willow found such a beautiful place? A place that has such a view? That holds importance to her friend? She vows to herself that she will never lead a single witch or demon here unless it is Willow or someone that Willow has allowed here. This is Willow’s place, not Amity’s. And she wants to keep it that way.

“Let’s make the most of this,” Amity suddenly murmurs, catching Willow by surprise. Her words confuse her for a moment before she puts the lives together and she nods quietly.

The girls spent most of their time figuring out how to make flower crowns. Amity being the first to make a successful one as she had to learn to tie knots of different kinds from a young age.

Of course, the crown was far from perfect. In fact, Amity didn’t feel confident that it would last more than an hour, but Willow seemed happy regardless. She didn’t seem to mind the errors or the mess ups Amity had made. Willow just seemed happy to have a crown.

It made Amity smile wider than she ever had today.

Willow’s attempt at a flower crown wasn’t much better, considering it fell apart when she presented it. But Amity picked up the flowers and stuck them in her hair, making it look like a messy flower crown on her own head.

“See? Now we match!” Amity had exclaimed to the sad girl, who smiled at her friend's antics and hugged her. Of course, Amity returned the gesture. Her hugs always made everything better.

After that, the two went off and onto the beach to search through the sand. They had seen a few shells and critters within it.

Amity always loved the feeling of sand. Despite it being full of small rocks and minerals, it felt so soft to walk on and to feel. Like a blanket for the rough ground. Not to mention when it gets warm out that it feels like a warm blanket she could wrap herself in. If she could, Amity would take a nap in the sand.

In the sand, Willow found a few sea crabs hiding within their sharp shells. Amity made sure to keep both of them safe when they held the hand sized creature in their palms as their sharp shells can hurt them. The little guys ran into the Boiling Sea when the two set them down.

Not only creatures remained within the ground, as Amity and Willow had also found small, broken shells. Neither were able to find a full shell, but they could find some fragments of different types of shells. Whether they were small with a jagged edge or huge and smooth.

After a little while, they managed to collect a small pile of them. Each vowed they would create some sort of jewelry with it. Though Amity knew that it would most likely fall apart before they could even get it on, the idea still sounded fun.

Her best friend also managed to find a bracelet buried in the sand. The pure excitement on Willow’s face when she found it makes Amity’s heart swell. Something about the way her green eyes light up or the small blush spreading across her cheeks as she looks at it… it makes Amity happy that Willow is happy.

The band isn’t much: a simple green and light green chevron bracelet. It’s worn and a bit torn from being under the sand, not to mention that it’s color has darkened over its time of existing. But Willow seemed so happy about the little thing that she put it on immediately and showed Amity.

If she were honest, the bracelet really fit Willow. Despite it being old and almost falling apart, her best friend seemed to love it a lot. Besides, if Willow loved that bracelet, then why should she put Willow down for liking it? It was her preference, no, but it meant a lot to Willow.

If Willow liked it, Amity liked it.

Though, part of her wishes, she could love the bracelet as much as Willow did. She wanted to appreciate the smaller things in life like Willow did. But sometimes she couldn’t keep her mind in one place in order to appreciate one thing earnestly. Unless it was Azura or Otabin, of course.

As the time passed, Amity noticed more and more about the environment that simply didn’t add up. The fact that it felt like this was like it was her and Willow’s own world and that it felt like she could not look through the forest clearly really settled it for her.

Not to mention that the whole day felt off, almost too perfect. How Willow’s dads didn’t come looking for them, how it was just them in their little area of the forest. It made her a little suspicious at first.

But… if Amity was being honest, she didn’t mind it. This would be one of the few times she and Willow would ever be together anyways since her parents are being more strict on her than usual. So she decided to let her worries subside for now.

Besides, she already has a pretty good idea why this day has felt off anyways.

After Willow and Amity stopped digging for things in the sand, Amity suggested they take a small break. The sun wouldn’t be going down anytime soon and the shells weren’t going anywhere anyways. Willow almost immediately agreed and set her clump of shell fragments in the pile before walking over to Amity.

Said brunette is sitting just behind the undefined line between grass and sand. Her legs are crossed and she’s making sure she’s underneath the shade since her skin burns more easily in the sun.

Willow smiles at the girl before taking a seat next to her, crossing her legs, and tilting her head up to look at the blue sky that stretches across the Boiling Isles. Clouds drift quietly across it, decorating the almost vacant sky with some other color.

The wind blows against the two girls, sending a shiver down Amity’s spine. Before Amity could think much more, Willow leans her head on her shoulder. A small yawn slips past her lips as she rests on the young Blight’s shoulder quietly.

Amity glances at Willow before back at the clouds. Her glasses are slipping down her nose a little due to the angle and her eyes are shut. The youngest Blight decided that the black haired girl is exhausted after the day they’ve had.

So, she lets the girl.

Her happiness surges to an all time high for the day so far. The brunette can’t help but flap her hands happily at the overwhelming feeling. She felt safe next to her best friend as she rests on her shoulder. Plus, Willow never judged her for her weird quirks, and knowing that makes her hands flap even more.

Critters from the trees chirp and chatter softly in distance as the ocean crashes against the beach not far in front of them. Amity could imagine all the demons and creatures that are most likely within the depths of the Boiling Sea. Despite knowing it to be dangerous, she can’t ever help but wonder.

The wind blows again, and Amity’s hand flapping slowly stops. Her smile softens a little and her ears press down a bit as a small sigh leaves her lips. The whole scene is comforting, loving, warm, and it all felt so real.

But,

Amity knew it wasn’t.

“I don’t wanna wake up yet, Willow.”

Her voice comes out quiet and unsteady, almost as if she is to speak any louder her voice would break. It would show vulnerability. The pain. The pure pain she endured.

Amity isn’t a fool, she knows this isn’t real. From the perfect day, no other person bothering them? Her barely remembering her day before Willow came? Edric and Emira mysteriously disappearing the moment Willow and her dads came into view? The blurry faces, the unknown nostalgic feeling she would feel?

It’s one of her daydreams. She does that a lot, to escape reality and pressures of the real Boiling Isles. Amity has been like this for as long as she could remember. It was one of the things Willow would help her out with a lot.

But Willow wasn’t here anymore.

She wasn’t her best friend anymore.

All because of her stupid fucking parents and how she can’t be strong enough to be her friend. Titan, Amiy feels like a coward when she thinks back to that painful memory.

Her mind and heart yearns to apologize to her friend for all the wrong she did to her. To say sorry for yelling at her and for calling her half a witch. For making her cry and for throwing her to the wolves. To fend for herself in this cruel world. Willow didn’t deserve that.

Unfortunately, Amity can’t do anything now. She’s pushed her friend away for years. Letting her “friends” bully her once best friend, watching Willow slowly grow more and more depressed and lonesome. Sometimes even hearing the black haired girl cry because of Boscha’s bullying.

The Blight knows she’ll never get her friend back, that what she did will forever haunt not only her former best friend but herself as well. Besides, maybe it was better that way. All of Amity’s thoughts had come true, about their time being limited. She knew it would never last.

Blight’s always hurt people.

Dream Willow sleepily opens her eyes, flickering the green orbs her way. The sun that’s peering through the canopy of leaves is gently shining onto her black hair. Her glasses reflect the light, it makes her look like an angel. Amity reluctantly meets the girls eyes and can see the somberness in them.

It makes Amity’s heart ache more, because she knows that dream Willow knows it’s a dream, too. That this isn’t real and that their whole day was just a big cluster of what Amity wishes she could relive.

“You’re going to have to eventually, Amity,” She tells the brunette, her voice still soft and so much like younger Willow’s voice. She knows it by heart because she always dreams of some miraculous happenstance that their friendship is repaired.

“I know, I know… just,” she hesitates, her hands beginning to flap out of pure anxiety. Her once wide smile is now a deep frown, one that holds so much buried emotion and regret.

Amity knows she can’t stay here forever (no matter how much she wishes for it). But… she wants to enjoy it for a little while longer. She wants to enjoy this made up reality before she wakes up. Before she finds herself in her dark and cold room, alone.

Before she has to suffer in reality again.

“I just want to stay here for a little bit longer, okay?” She says to dream Willow, her eyes glistening with tears as her hands continue to flap.

Dream Willow smiles and nods, her ears flapping for a moment before she rests her head back onto the Blight’s shoulder. Amity relaxes under the gesture as she looks back up at the blue sky. Watching the clouds drift across it once more.

“Just a little longer…” Amity repeats to herself, her voice barely above a whisper as tears begin to fall down her cheeks.

Her hands settle into her lap as her eyes study the white clouds, feeling the dream Willow breathe softly on her shoulder. Amity sighs quietly, letting her head rest on Willow’s as she can feel herself getting lost in the warm, sunny day.

The dream feels more somber now, but the same nostalgic and warm feeling is still present within the air. Despite her heart now feeling like a rock in her chest. Feeling the way the subtle wind brushes past the two girls and how her tears begin to dry up.

With the ocean crashing against the sand, she feels her eyes slowly begin to close. Letting her mind enjoy the little moment she has with the fake Willow. Because deep down she knows she’ll never have this again.

Amity knows this is only a dream.

And dreams never last.

Good things never happen to her.

Not for a Blight.