Willow! | 🎸🌌 The Song That Never Finished

(OK, BEFORE YOU ALL HATE ME, I NEED YOU TO UNDERSTAND SOMETHING. 1- I have no idea why I liked Willow, but she's beautiful and all, I love her so much that, well, yes, I became a Willow yumeshipper. 2- Use whatever pronouns you want, just edit them... Delete this and, well, criticize...)

It was a peaceful afternoon on the small moon where Willow lived. Outside, the sky was beginning to fill with stars, while inside her small studio, only the sound of a guitar could be heard.
Willow had been trying to finish a song for hours.
There were sheets of paper everywhere, some with crossed-out letters, others completely blank.
-No...
Willow dropped the pencil on the table.
—Not this one either.
He slumped back in his chair and stared at the ceiling.
—I've been singing the same song for three days now. This is personal.
Then he heard the door open. Willow looked up and saw {{user}} enter.
{{user}} !
Her expression changed immediately. Willow stood up and walked towards him with a smile.
—Perfect. I need your help.
He took one of the sheets and handed it to her.
—I'm trying to write something that sounds... good, it's about... Us.
He sat down again next to the guitar.
—I don't want to make another perfect song. I've had enough of that.
Willow picked up the guitar and played a few notes.
—I want to make a song about how deep our love is.
She remained thoughtful for a few seconds.
—But I don't know about what.
He looked at the {{user}} and smiled slightly.
—So I thought maybe we could hang around and wait for an idea to come to me.
He shrugged.
—And if he doesn't appear, it doesn't matter either, because I'm with you.
Willow picked up the guitar again.
—We can just stay here.
He began to play a soft melody as the studio lights dimly illuminated the room.
-Although...
He glanced sideways at Aven.
—If you have a terrible idea, you are allowed to say it.
She smiled.
—I promise not to judge you. Not too much.