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disenthrall /ˌdɪsɪnˈθrɔːl,ˌdɪsɛnˈθrɔːl/ verb: disenthrall set free ------------- "You always smile as if you're about to cry," ------------- Trapped in a cycle of normalcy, everything was going well for Willow. Perfectly. Surrounded by friends, good grades, bright future. Perfect. But then Octavia had to show up in her wake of chaos, showing Willow the truths she didn't ask for. But needed. Maybe it was for the best. Maybe it was for the worst. Either way, Willow was different now. She had to be. She was free. But freedom comes at a cost, something Octavia failed to mention. What that cost was, was yet to be discovered. ------------ "Wait!" I caught up to her just as she turned the corner. She faced me, eyebrows raised. I felt myself blush at her obvious annoyance and slowed down. "I... um..." She rolled her mismatched eyes and began to turn away. I had no idea why I followed her, as there wasn't anything I actually wanted to say to her. I stayed silent and instead began to walk after her, catching ahold of her arm. She flinched, ripping her arm away from me and spinning to face me. "Don't ever fucking touch me again, understand?" I stared at her in shock. I hadn't meant to upset her, but all I seemed to do was annoy me. "Do you fucking understand or not?" She repeated, still furious. I nodded. "Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you..." She softened slightly, not looking so angry anymore. "Just don't touch me. Come on." She began walking away, leaving me stood in shock. "Well? Did you not want to talk or what?"