#willsco

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“This isn’t realistic, no one actually gets speechless when they see someone for the worst time.” Daya just nodded along as Willow continued their rant. She was content to watch them go on about the surrealism of romcoms and the idiosyncrasies of romance as a concept and how little sense it made.

“Like, you hear it in songs all the time but that kind of all consuming feeling is so dramatic compared to reality.” Willow shook her head, turning to Daya for a response.

“Is it? I feel like that when I look at you and Bosco sometimes. It’s so intense sometimes I can’t help but just kiss you both all over.”

“That’s why you do that? I thought you just liked acting like a dog.”

Daya giggled, it brought something up in willow, a gentle warmth but not as overwhelming as their girlfriend described.

“Don’t you feel that? When your chest warms and pure bliss overcomes you when you’re with the people you love.”

“Surely that’s not how love is.”

“We’ll it is for me. Maybe it’s different for everyone.”

“I’d ask Bosco but she wouldn’t admit to having feelings.”

“She would if we pester her enough. Boscyyyyy”

“What?” Bosco poked her head out of their spare room, looking vaguely annoyed to be interrupted in whatever they were doing.