Staring down at Willow’s face as she finally succumbed to sleep, her breathing evening out to a steady rhythm that felt like home, I wouldn’t have changed it for anything. No one else would have felt the way she did in my arms. No one else would have tempted me to go to the lengths I did to keep her alive. No one else would have mattered to me at all, simply a means to an end to achieve what I wanted, but Willow didn’t just matter. She was fucking everything.
