- Willow’s tree [10]

Last chapter. :) - - - - - - - - Despite all Willow had confessed to Theo, she did not start a riot. She watched from a distance, wearing Theo’s jacket over her prom dress. Her heels had been thrown off, long lost; her toes were floured with dirt. They watched the two pot-bellied workers tear down tree and tree with their chainsaws, the massive plants falling down with loud, vibrating thuds. Each time a tree fell, Willow lost oxygen in her system. Her blood began boiling, circulating at a faster rate than it should have been. And each time she lost her breath, she clutched onto Theo's hand. The contractor watched in amusement, his eyes greedy and filled with his new future: All the land in his hands, for whatever he wanted. The smirk on his malicious, pointed and dark face made bile rise up Willow's throat. "Woah, woah." Willow's breath stopped short. Theo clamped a hand over her mouth, in fear she would protest spontaneously from nowhere. But no, the contractor, Mr. Fallow, was looking at the ground. His thick brows were creased together in worry, suspicion. His face was drained from color as the wind began to violently pick up. The willow tree shook flower petals off its branches, falling like snowflakes by Mr. Fallow's feet. RUN. "Some kid must be playing a sick joke . . ." He grunted out of stupidity, snapping his fingers to get his two trolls to continue cutting. SNAP. A large, sturdy branch tore off from Willow's tree. It fell with a loud knock on Mr. Fallow's ...

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