But after her mother's death, she plummeted. In a way, he was right. That innocent, kind part of her died with her mother and Dominik.
She was empty, hollow, alone. And their relationship, or whatever it was, died with it. She sought him out for sex and drugs and an escape from her own thoughts.
Willow's heart was broken and her mind was empty with James, but he kept her sedated enough that she didn't care.
But Pedro was different.
"Tell me your thoughts, Willow," Denise said.
"Sorry," Willow smiled tightly. "I—I know what you mean. And what to look for. With my ex, James, it was like that. I loved the idea of him and the way he made me feel, but I didn't — I didn't love him. But it's different with Pedro."
"How so?"
"I don't want to get high," Willow said simply. "With James, it's just what we did. We'd go to parties, get stoned, drink a ton, fuck all night, and repeat it the next day. If my body wasn't physically drunk or high, I'd just get high off of him. I was addicted to that life and him. But with Pedro...I don't, I don't want to get high.
"I want to be better than that. I want to be sober for our future. I—James kept me at my worst. He liked it that way, and I did too. Pedro makes me want to be better. He encourages me to take breaks and not to burnout. He wants me to eat healthy, but not worry about my weight like James did, and he likes it when I make jokes.
"He thinks I'm funny. And kind. And he never — he never makes me feel uncomfortable or judges me. I want to try with him," Willow explained, a smile tugging at her lips, hearing Pedro's laugh in her ears as clearly as if he were right in front of her. "I want to try to be better for myself because if I'm not—if I don't love me, then how could I love him? How could we be healthy if I'm not healthy myself?"
Denise smiled. "He seems very good for you."
"Sorry," Willow brushed back a piece of hair behind her ear. "I kind of just rambled a lot."
"That's okay, I love hearing you excited about something."
"Pedro says I shouldn't apologize about things so much."
"He's right," Denise nodded. "Don't apologize for feeling, Willow. In fact," she pulled a journal off the small table next to her. "I want you to write your feelings in here. I think it'll be good for you to get them out. Whenever you feel upset to the point of missing a drink or if you're bored and want to go to a party, I want you to journal. Write your thoughts. Write three things that would be a healthy alternative and try that instead. Think you can do that?"
Willow nodded, taking it with a small smile. "Yeah, I could try that. I used to journal as a kid but I haven't in forever."
"It's a good habit to get into. I would also recommend two to three things a day that you love about yourself. Before bed, or in the morning. Write what you love about yourself."
"Okay," Willow nodded, taking a breath. "Oh, our hour's up isn't it?"
"Until next week," Denise smiled kindly at Willow.
"Until next week."
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