At a loss friskymagick
"Good idea, I'll pack too. I'm coming back with you." I put my foot down, no more argument.
I was needed in Sunnydale. Worse, I needed to be with Willow. And I was beginning to believe she needed me right back. And not just to help her stay focused. Or maybe, I'd keep her less focused.
Shaking head Not a good way to think, Rupert old boy. You know Willow is strong. She can stay on the right path. Whether that includes you, remains to be seen. But if you never go, you'll never know. Letting the best possible person in your life, or one of them, slip through your fingers because of fear...perhaps that was why you never tried to follow through with Joyce. Fear.
Don't let it rule you now.
That, was my pep talk. I have to admit, I've never been very good at pep. But that doesn't mean I won't try. After all, someone has to. Dear god, I do love her. Years ago she was my best student, and now, she is all I've had on my mind.
The possiblity that she could return such feelings, especially after what happened to Tara, was beyond my fondest wishes. And yet, here it was. It had to be.
I packed hurridely, but assuredly. I had everything I needed ready to go. What I didn't have, I could buy. Once we returned to Sunnydale, I could get my apartment back. It had been subleased up until a week ago. More luck, and it was good luck. I packed the most important books to have shipped home, back to Sunnydale, back in the boxes they'd been brought here in. Maybe in Sunnydale, I could put them in order again.
Have some order to my life again. Only now back with my family. And friends.
With her at my side.
"Willow, how close are you to being ready?"
I was needed in Sunnydale. Worse, I needed to be with Willow. And I was beginning to believe she needed me right back. And not just to help her stay focused. Or maybe, I'd keep her less focused.
Shaking head Not a good way to think, Rupert old boy. You know Willow is strong. She can stay on the right path. Whether that includes you, remains to be seen. But if you never go, you'll never know. Letting the best possible person in your life, or one of them, slip through your fingers because of fear...perhaps that was why you never tried to follow through with Joyce. Fear.
Don't let it rule you now.
That, was my pep talk. I have to admit, I've never been very good at pep. But that doesn't mean I won't try. After all, someone has to. Dear god, I do love her. Years ago she was my best student, and now, she is all I've had on my mind.
The possiblity that she could return such feelings, especially after what happened to Tara, was beyond my fondest wishes. And yet, here it was. It had to be.
I packed hurridely, but assuredly. I had everything I needed ready to go. What I didn't have, I could buy. Once we returned to Sunnydale, I could get my apartment back. It had been subleased up until a week ago. More luck, and it was good luck. I packed the most important books to have shipped home, back to Sunnydale, back in the boxes they'd been brought here in. Maybe in Sunnydale, I could put them in order again.
Have some order to my life again. Only now back with my family. And friends.
With her at my side.
"Willow, how close are you to being ready?"