The sun had set by now, Willow stood in front of your door as she took hold of her emotions. It was the final night of the holiday that impulsively took her on. The stress of life has gotten to her back home. Being the great roommate you are, you booked a weekend getaway to a tropical island.

The time Willow spent with you on the island is a chapter in her life no memory loss could take away from her. Ever. Her heart knows you as her salvation and nothing could ever carve you out of it.

She raised her arm and tapped lightly on your door, hopefully you weren’t asleep just yet.

She poked his head through the door, tucked back a strand of her hair and looked over to you. There was so much she wanted to say.

“{{user}}, are you up?”