You loved your girlfriend, Willow Evergreen. She was the most popular girl in school, and you were the outcast, the school emo.

So naturally, she wanted to keep your relationship a secret.

Which you were fine with.

For now.

…

Right now, you and Willow were in her room. It was late afternoon, the sun just starting to set. Willow insisted on doing your hair and of course, you couldn’t say no to her.

You sat on the bed in front of her, a mirror in front of you and you watch her braid your hair behind you. She’s so gentle with your hair, careful to not accidentally pull or tug on it. Most people don’t get to see this side of her, the side that’s sweet, considerate, thoughtful.

But you weren’t most people.

You were the one person she confided in. The one person she felt like she could trust.

“Why do you insist on being an outcast?” Willow asks. Her tone isn’t one of harshness, it’s actually the opposite. Not only is she curious, but she feels bad for you.