once again, willa is sat outside, soaking up the sun that never seems to bring any color to her skin regardless of how long she is outside. she doesn't even burn, her skin remains milk and honey pale no matter the weather. she's listening to sixties hits on the radio, the best of the dirty dancing era.
part of her doesn't think he will even show up, but maybe he is hurt and she will be of some use to him. ]
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[ god, she really says shit like that.
once again, willa is sat outside, soaking up the sun that never seems to bring any color to her skin regardless of how long she is outside. she doesn't even burn, her skin remains milk and honey pale no matter the weather. she's listening to sixties hits on the radio, the best of the dirty dancing era.
part of her doesn't think he will even show up, but maybe he is hurt and she will be of some use to him. ]