Willow . . . on the way home
Angry and sobbing, I head back to the house. How is that I can hate and love seeing Tara at the same time? I saved her life! Can't she understand that I just want things to be the way they were?
I shake my head and wipe my tears, trying to bring myself out of this funk. The cool night air breezes by me, fluttering up my skirt and around my ankles. I get distracted by the caress after so many months without touch. I miss Tara. In so many ways, I miss her. Stupid, everyday, little things. Like the way she makes pancakes or how she'd spend hours braiding Dawn's hair in different ways.
Frustrated, I sit on a bench and watch people come and go on the streets. If Buffy were here, she'd warn me about being alone at night, but she's not here. Buffy left us, left me. So I'm ignoring the warning in my head. Besides, I can take care of myself.
((OPEN to anyone))
I shake my head and wipe my tears, trying to bring myself out of this funk. The cool night air breezes by me, fluttering up my skirt and around my ankles. I get distracted by the caress after so many months without touch. I miss Tara. In so many ways, I miss her. Stupid, everyday, little things. Like the way she makes pancakes or how she'd spend hours braiding Dawn's hair in different ways.
Frustrated, I sit on a bench and watch people come and go on the streets. If Buffy were here, she'd warn me about being alone at night, but she's not here. Buffy left us, left me. So I'm ignoring the warning in my head. Besides, I can take care of myself.
((OPEN to anyone))