Traveled thousands of miles and I haven’t gone anywhere… [even_in_death_]
Who knew that things would end up like this? I didn’t, I never in my life could have imagined that my life would have ended up in the chaos that it’s in now.
Willow and I are over. It was just too much for the two of us. Well, it was too much for me. I felt bad lying to Buffy when she called but I couldn’t tell her how things really were. I couldn’t tell her that Willow and I slowly fell apart after she left; Willow closed herself off to me and left me alone. She left me alone in a two-person relationship and…I couldn’t take the cold anymore.
”Willow? Will, sweetie? Can…can we talk?”
“Can’t. I’ve gotta go out…”
“You went out yesterday, and this afternoon and…and every night this week…”
“Just need to get away…”
“Oh…Will…”
“Yeah?”
“I won’t…I’m not going to be here when…when you get back…”
“I know.”
Deciding to move to LA and go to UCLA wasn’t an easy choice for me. It was easy in terms of distance, money, and schooling. But emotionally it’s hard, I never thought that I’d have to up and leave Sunnydale after getting here last year. I thought for once that I found a place I could call home.
When Buffy was turned and everything flew off it’s axis I knew that Sunnydale wasn’t home anymore. Everything changed, shifted and not for the better.
It didn’t take me long to pack my things up and put them in the car. I bought myself a car - well, one that can pass off as one - with a few savings bonds my mother left me. It wasn’t the prettiest thing but it would get me to LA and it would get me around for a while. Till the engine fell out or blew, whichever came first.
I drove most of the way in silence. The radio gave out on me less then ten miles out of Sunnydale and it was too hot to turn around or bother. I hummed softly to myself as I drove, trying to think of the positive things that would await me in LA.
Maybe I could find those things…maybe if I looked hard enough.
Hopefully I could find the hotel where Buffy is staying at without much of a problem. She didn’t know I was coming and I didn’t tell her I was moving, it was for a visit until I figured things out. I needed to make sure things were ok and that I wasn’t intruding by telling her that I was in town. I’d find an apartment soon enough since all the dorms are filled till next semester.
Humming softly to myself I headed towards town, hoping to find my way. Not just in the city, but the path to what my life is supposed to be. I seemed to have lost it at some point; I just had to figure out when, where and how to get back on it.
Willow and I are over. It was just too much for the two of us. Well, it was too much for me. I felt bad lying to Buffy when she called but I couldn’t tell her how things really were. I couldn’t tell her that Willow and I slowly fell apart after she left; Willow closed herself off to me and left me alone. She left me alone in a two-person relationship and…I couldn’t take the cold anymore.
”Willow? Will, sweetie? Can…can we talk?”
“Can’t. I’ve gotta go out…”
“You went out yesterday, and this afternoon and…and every night this week…”
“Just need to get away…”
“Oh…Will…”
“Yeah?”
“I won’t…I’m not going to be here when…when you get back…”
“I know.”
Deciding to move to LA and go to UCLA wasn’t an easy choice for me. It was easy in terms of distance, money, and schooling. But emotionally it’s hard, I never thought that I’d have to up and leave Sunnydale after getting here last year. I thought for once that I found a place I could call home.
When Buffy was turned and everything flew off it’s axis I knew that Sunnydale wasn’t home anymore. Everything changed, shifted and not for the better.
It didn’t take me long to pack my things up and put them in the car. I bought myself a car - well, one that can pass off as one - with a few savings bonds my mother left me. It wasn’t the prettiest thing but it would get me to LA and it would get me around for a while. Till the engine fell out or blew, whichever came first.
I drove most of the way in silence. The radio gave out on me less then ten miles out of Sunnydale and it was too hot to turn around or bother. I hummed softly to myself as I drove, trying to think of the positive things that would await me in LA.
Maybe I could find those things…maybe if I looked hard enough.
Hopefully I could find the hotel where Buffy is staying at without much of a problem. She didn’t know I was coming and I didn’t tell her I was moving, it was for a visit until I figured things out. I needed to make sure things were ok and that I wasn’t intruding by telling her that I was in town. I’d find an apartment soon enough since all the dorms are filled till next semester.
Humming softly to myself I headed towards town, hoping to find my way. Not just in the city, but the path to what my life is supposed to be. I seemed to have lost it at some point; I just had to figure out when, where and how to get back on it.