WILLOW SANDLER: LOSING IT?
By: Georgia Covington

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Willow Sandler was spotted at ex-boyfriend James Callaghan's party two days prior. Numerous celebrities were present and it was a "password only" affair.

However, sources claim that Sandler was "out of control" and "recklessly using drugs without a care in the world."

Seen drinking and partaking in numerous drug-related activities, Sandler appears to have "lost it."

"She's just not the same person we know and love," a close friend of hers, also present at the party states. "She was hooking up with random people and drinking and throwing everything she's worked for away. It's just not who she is."

While we weren't allowed inside the party, we spoke with numerous sources after.

"Willow was the life of the party. Good or bad, didn't matter. She's just the life of the party, always."

After leaving the party before it's ending (and not staying over with Callaghan, who multiple people claimed to have seen her reconnect with) she was spotted outside the house with another man altogether.

"It was weird," the man, who wishes to remain anonymous, says. "I'm friends with James and she really hurt him. He thought they were going to make it work. But she [word excluded from article due to language] another guy. Outside his house. I don't know, it's messed up. He deserves better than her. She only cares about herself and I think her true colors are starting to show."

As if pulling at Callaghan's heart strings wasn't enough, Sandler was spotted climbing into recent ex-boyfriend, Pedro Pascal's car.

The pair haven't commented on the relationship publicly but neither has taken down any photos from their relationship.
(Sandler has since taken down photos of Callaghan.)

Pascal and Sandler hugged in front of his car before leaving together, and after being followed, ended up at Sandler's house.

Pascal, Sandler, and Callaghan have refused to comment on this post.

—

8:13AM
MESSAGE FROM
"Pedro"

Pedro
Good morning
Hope you slept well x
I'm grabbing donuts with
Frankie
Favorite kind?

Willow
Morning you
Ummmm
Strawberry and sprinkles
Or the chocolate with
icing inside
the cream one
Omggggg
I love donuts
Thank you
You didn't have to

Pedro
I was hungry 😂
I wanted to princesa
You deserve some good food
Your kitchen is like
incredibly barren
You need to go shopping
Idk what you've been eating

Willow
A lot of pizza
And pasta
And takeout
And I haven't been home
been filming and at
people's houses

Pedro
We'll go shopping
Hey
How're you feeling?

Willow
I'm actually okay!
I think being around you
guys is helping a lot.
I'm happy you've been around.

Pedro
I told you I would be.
I don't make promises lightly.
You're very important to me,
Willow Sandler.

Willow
How do I
Pedro I can't even
Idk
I don't wanna say it
over text lol
How're you doing?
Mentally?
Because yknow
The articles and stuff
And I saw Jason texting
you like nonstop
Are you okay?

Pedro
I am very very good.
Okay?
Don't worry about me.
I'm considering letting him go.
Getting another lawyer.
Fighting him.
I don't like the way CC
dropped you.
And Jason was very cool
with her.
I don't trust that.
But really.
I'm good.
I just want to make sure you
are too.
I know how to take care of
myself mentally.
I've been on this earth a bit
longer. You need support rn.
And that's what I'm here for.

Willow
Be careful against Jason
I don't want you to yknow
lose everything.
Not over CC's shit.
Or the PR stuff.
Or him.
It's not worth it amor

Pedro
Amor?????
Who are you
My little spanish princesa
You're adorable

Willow
Idk
Trying something
Still haven't come up with
a nickname for you 😭
Thought I'd take one of yours

Pedro
You got me grinning in this
Dunkin' Donuts
Making me look so stupid
Frankie thinks I'm having a stroke
Stg
What am I gonna do w you???

Willow
HA
Not Frankie 💀
Poor Frankie 😭😭
Make sure he gets 3
glazed
He'll ask for 2 but then
talk about them for hours
Get him 3

And also
You can do quite literally
anything to me
(Message not delivered.)

Pedro
Hahahaha
He's already saying 2
I got it
Fuck
Papz
One sec
I'll be home soon

Willow
Home?
Shit
That made me blush
Come back

—

Willow laughed as she scored first place over Robert in Mario Kart.

"I'm literally always going to beat you," she jabbed when he shoved her gently to the side.

"You're just lucky," he protested, shaking his head. "It's pure luck every time. I don't care."

"Yeah, okay," she rolled her eyes as the door opened, Pedro entering, Frankie closing it behind him.

Straightening, Willow's chest tightened at the sight of him. Their texts were incredibly flirty but today they were due for "a talk" that she had a feeling wouldn't end happily.

Willow knew they both were holding on tightly to the other. She was scared she couldn't breathe without him, and that scared her. She wanted to be with him clearly, when she could stand on her own two feet.

And Pedro was holding onto her because he...Willow wasn't entirely sure why. She likes to believe he loved her, or at least felt a love for her, at least that's what his actions had said. But she wasn't completely sure.

He knew she needed to be alone before they could be together. And she needed to learn to be alone. But neither of them were ready to let go of the other. Not yet.

"We brought breakfast," Pedro grinned down to her and Robert. "And Rob, Frankie got you coffee too. Chai tea for you—"

"—Frankie, my love, you shouldn't have!"

"—and Willow, I got you an iced matcha green tea latte with three extra shots."

"Thank you," a blush spread on her cheeks at his nonchalant memorization of her coffee order. "That's sweet."

He winked at her and set the donuts down on the dining table, Frankie chatting happily with Robert.

"Willow," he looked to her, grabbing her attention. "I just wanna say, if you try and sneak out again and I don't find out about it until two days later, I'm gonna lock you in a shed."

Willow nodded, apologetic. "I know," she hesitated before pulling him into a tight hug. He caved immediately, wrapping his arms around her tightly and squeezing her once. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay kid," he pulled back, ruffling her hair. "You're safe and you won't do it again. That's all that matters."

Willow smiled at him again and moved to sit next to Pedro, Robert on her left, and Frankie on the other side of the table.

—
"Hell yeah," Robert stood quickly, smiling at his phone. "Suki's off now, I'm gonna phone her. Be upstairs. Don't bother me."

"Ew," Willow grimaced. "Don't ruin my sheets, Patz."

Pedro snorted and Robert flipped her off.

"You ruin my life daily, Lulu, I'll see you later."

He rushed upstairs quickly and the remaining occupants shared a laugh.

"I'm gonna..." Frankie looked between Pedro and Willow, shaking his head. "Not be here. For awhile." With a short laugh, he walked from the room and headed to the fourth bedroom, where Willow had collected numerous pinball machines and arcade games that he enjoyed playing.

"Subtle," Willow commented dryly after he'd closed the door behind him.

Pedro smiled. "Willow—"

"—I don't wanna—"

"—We have to," Pedro cut in gently. He reached over and grabbed her hand, squeezing gently. "I adore you. You know that. I—you're very important to me. But we can't do this right now."

Willow nodded. "I know."

"Let's break this down, okay? I think you need...structure. I'll help you get that, okay?"

Willow nodded. "I'm sorry."

Pedro's head tilted a fraction and a frown dusted his lips. "For what? Why do you think you have to apologize?"

"Because," Willow shrugged. "This is—it's stupid that I don't know how to take care of myself. That you have to — you don't have to, you can, you can leave. If you want. I don't know what's wrong with me and I think—"

He squeezed her hand again. "Hey, hey, stop that. Let's not — I'm not going anyway, princesa. How many times do I have to tell you?"

Gentle. He was always so gentle and calm and quiet. So kind to her. She didn't deserve it.

"I'm here for as long as you want me to be. I promise."

She nodded, biting her lip to keep tears from spilling.

"No crying," he reached his free hand up, wiping a tear that slipped down from her cheek. "We're not crying today. We're not breaking up. Okay? We're not...dating but, we both know we're something. And it's not over. Whatever this is — I promise. There's no reason to cry."

"Okay," she agreed, taking in a shaky breath. His left hand remained on her cheek, softly, stroking it, and his right intertwined in her own. "Keep talking."

He laughed quietly, pulling their hands up and pressing a gentle kiss to her fingertips.

"I think you need structure. You need to...do things other than work. Before, you filled your time with," he hesitated, her eyes dropping before he cleared his throat. "Alcohol and drugs." He moved his hand from her cheek, tilting her chin to look at him again.

"And before you were on your own, you were pushed into every kind of acting environment you could get your hands on. It's why you're in so many shows and literally never take a break. We just finished Mandalorian, princesa, and you were supposed to start Supernatural filming a week ago. Now you're behind, you have to push extra to make up for lost time, and then as soon as you finish filming, the very next day, you have to shoot Walking Dead?'

"Querida, you never give yourself a break. I think you have a lot of...time that you don't like facing. You're restless. Constantly. You need to find things that excite you that aren't work. I know you love acting and you are," he sucked in a breath between his teeth. "Fucking incredible on screen, corazón. You're phenomenal. But you can't just work through your pain.

"You have to grieve. Give yourself time. To grieve. To focus on yourself."

"What does that even mean?" Willow asked, harsher than she meant it. Pedro's expression didn't change. In fact, it softened further, but she could still detect no pity. He looked at her with such calm, gentle adoration that it crushed any ounce of doubt and fear in her mind.

"It means: once you finish Walking Dead, take a break. Take a long break. Okay? Don't do anything until the next season of Supernatural."

"But what about—"

"—no. Give yourself a year. Focus on you. Read, mi amor. Read as many books as many times as you want. Watch reruns of shows. Take up knitting. I don't care what it is. Just do something good for yourself. Because you need to have outlets that aren't drinking. And I'm sure your therapist will give you—"

"—I think I want a new therapist," Willow blurted, eyes doing wide. She hadn't said it aloud, but she felt it. CC had picked that therapist. Her dad found her one before, but CC found a new one for Willow and she didn't trust her, especially after CC dropped her.

"Okay," Pedro said immediately. "We'll get you a new one. We'll get a couple, find someone you really mesh with. I think you've had other people find some for you, but you've never found one. You need to find someone that you trust. You ready for the next step?"

Willow nodded. He smiled gently, pressing another kiss to her fingertips.

"You're doing so great, princesa. Next step, I don't think you need rehab, but that's definitely up to your therapist. So the next step, we're gonna go shopping. We're gonna clean out this apartment, because..."he let out a light chuckle. "Cariño, it's a mess. And a clean environment means a clean mind. We're gonna start fresh. And I know you don't want to, but you have too many dead plants. We need to start fresh. You get that?"

Willow nodded, glancing around sheepishly. He wasn't wrong. It was a mess. Blankets were thrown around, old pizza boxes and takeout containers laying in corners and dishes were piling up. She didn't even want to think about the plants which were dying in practically every corner of every room in her penthouse.

"Okay. I'm—"

"—No," he cut her off sternly. "Don't apologize. You are sad. And you're allowed to be sad. You're allowed to hate the world and feel betrayed and angry and scared — that's okay. But you deserve to be strong. You deserve to beat it. To overcome that sadness and be better than it. I'm going to help you get over it. And when it inevitably comes back, because it will, when you least expect it, I will be here again to help you through it. Okay? There are no apologies necessary."

"Okay," Willow nodded, taking a deep breath. "I can—I can do that. But you — are you — what's gonna happen with us?" Her voice softened at the end and he sighed, scooting his chair closer.

"Willow Sandler. I told you I will wait for you. And I will. If you...if you fall in love with someone else—"

"—I won't, I—"

"—Don't," he shook his head, smiling softly. "If you were to fall for someone else, I would always be your friend. And I think right now, you don't need a relationship. You need a friend. Robert's not always here, he's in London. I'm closer, I'll take care of you when he can't. Until you learn to take care of yourself. Okay?"

Willow nodded. "So no kissing?"

A surprised laugh fell from his lips. "Kissing? We haven't—no, no," he chuckled again, glancing over her face. "No kissing corazón. Hugs are fine. I'll hug you forever."

"What about cuddles?" Willow asked quickly, wanting nothing more than to repeat the night before. She hadn't slept that well in months, maybe even ever.

"Cuddles are fine. I cuddle friends all the time."

"Do you have romantic feelings for said friends you cuddle all the time?"

"Fair point," a grin tugged at his lips. "Cuddles are fine."

"I trust you," Willow said simply.

"Us," Pedro corrected. "I trust us. We're both in this. You're the one who needs to get better and I am the one along for the ride. I trust us. Neither of us will go too far because we both respect the other, right?"

Willow nodded.

"Good girl."

A blush sprouted on her cheeks and Willow's mouth opened and closed a few times before she managed words. "You — you cannot say things like that. That's for sure. That — that makes me want to—don't say that."

Pedro laughed, squeezing her hand. "Fair enough. I'll refrain. Are the nicknames okay?"

"Yes," Willow answered immediately. "You've called me that our entire friendship, those are fine."

"Okay. If we think of anything else, we'll just bring it up to the other. Sound good?"

"Yes."

"Hey," he smiled at her gently, pressing a soft kiss to her fingertips again. "I won't do that again, but I—I want you to know...I'm really proud of you, Willow. This is a big step but I know for a fact you can do it."

"Thank you," Willow breathed out, overcome with a gratitude she'd never felt before.

She was so grateful they'd met each other. Grateful they'd experienced the PR relationship, even though it ended terribly for her reputation. She was so grateful they were friends, and hopefully one day more.

"Oh," Pedro snapped his finger, as if remembering something. "And call your dad. He's losing it, Will. And he's the only one who loved your mom as much as you."

—

ahhhhhh okay so much fluff. Hopefully you guys liked this chapter I was a little unsure. I hope it doesn't across as like controlling but this is what helped me through my SA and depression. When my bf was just there listening and helping me through it, letting me know it was okay to think about it and cry about it. And it's nice to have someone else give "instructions" on how to get better when you're in so deep because you don't really know which steps to take first. So having someone help plan it idk it really helped me. Hopefully that came across!
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