Post in InBitterness:Post Fade Away
As I squeeze my way through the people I wonder what would life would have been like if I hadn't been changed, if I stayed oblivious to all the evils of the world...well other than my little sister. I chuckle thinking about the little brat when a little girl slams into me full speed. I look down into green eyes and I can't help but smile. Willow's eyes, she has Willow's eyes and they look so innocent and apologizing. I want to ruffle her dark brown hair and pick her up to say it was okay but I resist the urge yet her father walks up and does.
"I'm sorry about that miss.", he states offering me a grin."She gets restless on long flights." I can hear the slight accent.
"No worries, I had a little sister.", he nods before walking off and speaking to the girl in some foreign language.
Looking at her I wonder what my kids will look like. Shaking my head I let out a little laugh, not like Willow could get me pregnant. I pause, sure I loved my Wicca but marriage and kids is a BIG jump. We're still settling into the non apocalyptic relationship life. Sometimes at night Willow tosses and turns or mumbles things. Tara's name has been said alot lately, maybe it's cause Will's magic could feel what was going on all the way in L.A. so it sparked up old memories I have no idea. I haven't told her because it would only make her feel guilty, then she'd mope, and I hate seeing my redhead beauty like that. Looking behind me I realize there's a woman there rather peeved that I am blocking the walkway. I mumble a sorry hurrying back to my seat. Sitting next to Willow I touch her hand to bring her out of her thoughts. She looks up at me offering a weak smile. Sometimes I wonder what would life have been like if I hadn't been changed, but if I stayed oblivious to all the evils of the world I wouldn't be able to fight them.
"I'm sorry about that miss.", he states offering me a grin."She gets restless on long flights." I can hear the slight accent.
"No worries, I had a little sister.", he nods before walking off and speaking to the girl in some foreign language.
Looking at her I wonder what my kids will look like. Shaking my head I let out a little laugh, not like Willow could get me pregnant. I pause, sure I loved my Wicca but marriage and kids is a BIG jump. We're still settling into the non apocalyptic relationship life. Sometimes at night Willow tosses and turns or mumbles things. Tara's name has been said alot lately, maybe it's cause Will's magic could feel what was going on all the way in L.A. so it sparked up old memories I have no idea. I haven't told her because it would only make her feel guilty, then she'd mope, and I hate seeing my redhead beauty like that. Looking behind me I realize there's a woman there rather peeved that I am blocking the walkway. I mumble a sorry hurrying back to my seat. Sitting next to Willow I touch her hand to bring her out of her thoughts. She looks up at me offering a weak smile. Sometimes I wonder what would life have been like if I hadn't been changed, but if I stayed oblivious to all the evils of the world I wouldn't be able to fight them.