Fic: How long does it take to mend a broken Heart (1/?). Rating: U
Title: How long does it take to mend a broken heart
Chapter: Prologue
Author: rileysaplank (Also known as Andy)
Rating: U, this might go up in later chapters though I don't see it going much above PG.
Disclaimer: I own no characters or places mentioned within. That dubious pleasure lies with Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy.
A/N: A big thankyou to Emmy for beta-ing this for me. *big hugs*
Dedication:To the best friend I've ever had.
Oz couldn’t believe the words he was hearing, as tears formed in his eyes.
“It’s not you Oz, it’s me.” Willow tried to explain again. “There’s nothing you could have done.”
Oz still couldn’t really focus on the actual words. “But... How?” Was all he could manage.
“I don’t know, Oz. I wish I could explain better. It’s not your fault. It’s just, I can’t deny what I feel for Tara anymore. I love her and want to be with her, and that means I can’t be with you.” Willow answered.
Tears flowed freely down Oz’s face now, mirroring the tears Willow was shedding. “But how could you not know you were gay?”
“I’m not gay, Oz, I’m bi-sexual.” Willow tried to explain calmly. “I like men and women, but I’m not going to keep two lovers because of it. It’s not fair on either of you.” Willow looked at Oz, the sympathy in her eyes evident. “I had to choose, Oz, and I’m sorry but I chose Tara.”
Willow turned away and faced the window, looking out into the gloriously sunny day that was waiting outside, a complete contrast to how the two people in the room were feeling.
“It wasn’t an easy choice.” She added belatedly, as if those words would provide any comfort to him, the person she’d spent the last two years in a relationship with.
Oz stood up, needing to do something, anything, to try and break the haze his mind had gone into. All he could think was some line from a song he’d heard but couldn’t remember the title of ‘If you love someone, set them free.’
“Then there’s nothing I can really do then, is there?” He asked despondently, already knowing what his mind was planning without really admitting it to himself.
Willow turned back round to face him. “I’m really sorry Oz. I...”
“Don’t Willow. I... I think I’ll need some time. Time away from you. From here, from Sunnydale.” Oz interrupted.
“You’re going to leave?” Willow asked, a little incredulity creeping into her voice. “Isn’t that a little... extreme?” She asked as her tears started afresh at the thought of completely losing Oz from her life. “How long are you thinking of staying away?”
“I don’t know, Will. How long does it take to mend a broken heart?” Oz replied, the bitterness coming through on his voice. “I don’t think I can be around right now, Willow, I don’t know if I would trust myself seeing you with her.”
“But... you’d never, would you?” Willow asked without really asking.
“I’d never intentionally hurt you Will. But as the wolf, if I escape, you and Tara could very well be a likely target and I’d never forgive myself if that happened. I think I need to find out who I am, how the wolf is a part of me and see if the wolf can be controlled during the moon. I want to see if I can be me while I’m the wolf, Will. It’s something I’ve been thinking about for a while, but now seems like a good opportunity to follow through on it.”
Willow looked at Oz, fear for him in her eyes. “If that’s what you’ve got to do.” She said hesitantly, then crossed the room and threw her arms round him. “I’m going to miss you, Oz. I hope you feel you can come back soon.”
Oz was surprised by Willow’s hug, “I will, Will. I just need some time.” And with that he extricated himself from Willow’s arms and walked out of the room, and Willow’s life.
TBC...
Andy
Chapter: Prologue
Author: rileysaplank (Also known as Andy)
Rating: U, this might go up in later chapters though I don't see it going much above PG.
Disclaimer: I own no characters or places mentioned within. That dubious pleasure lies with Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy.
A/N: A big thankyou to Emmy for beta-ing this for me. *big hugs*
Dedication:To the best friend I've ever had.
Oz couldn’t believe the words he was hearing, as tears formed in his eyes.
“It’s not you Oz, it’s me.” Willow tried to explain again. “There’s nothing you could have done.”
Oz still couldn’t really focus on the actual words. “But... How?” Was all he could manage.
“I don’t know, Oz. I wish I could explain better. It’s not your fault. It’s just, I can’t deny what I feel for Tara anymore. I love her and want to be with her, and that means I can’t be with you.” Willow answered.
Tears flowed freely down Oz’s face now, mirroring the tears Willow was shedding. “But how could you not know you were gay?”
“I’m not gay, Oz, I’m bi-sexual.” Willow tried to explain calmly. “I like men and women, but I’m not going to keep two lovers because of it. It’s not fair on either of you.” Willow looked at Oz, the sympathy in her eyes evident. “I had to choose, Oz, and I’m sorry but I chose Tara.”
Willow turned away and faced the window, looking out into the gloriously sunny day that was waiting outside, a complete contrast to how the two people in the room were feeling.
“It wasn’t an easy choice.” She added belatedly, as if those words would provide any comfort to him, the person she’d spent the last two years in a relationship with.
Oz stood up, needing to do something, anything, to try and break the haze his mind had gone into. All he could think was some line from a song he’d heard but couldn’t remember the title of ‘If you love someone, set them free.’
“Then there’s nothing I can really do then, is there?” He asked despondently, already knowing what his mind was planning without really admitting it to himself.
Willow turned back round to face him. “I’m really sorry Oz. I...”
“Don’t Willow. I... I think I’ll need some time. Time away from you. From here, from Sunnydale.” Oz interrupted.
“You’re going to leave?” Willow asked, a little incredulity creeping into her voice. “Isn’t that a little... extreme?” She asked as her tears started afresh at the thought of completely losing Oz from her life. “How long are you thinking of staying away?”
“I don’t know, Will. How long does it take to mend a broken heart?” Oz replied, the bitterness coming through on his voice. “I don’t think I can be around right now, Willow, I don’t know if I would trust myself seeing you with her.”
“But... you’d never, would you?” Willow asked without really asking.
“I’d never intentionally hurt you Will. But as the wolf, if I escape, you and Tara could very well be a likely target and I’d never forgive myself if that happened. I think I need to find out who I am, how the wolf is a part of me and see if the wolf can be controlled during the moon. I want to see if I can be me while I’m the wolf, Will. It’s something I’ve been thinking about for a while, but now seems like a good opportunity to follow through on it.”
Willow looked at Oz, fear for him in her eyes. “If that’s what you’ve got to do.” She said hesitantly, then crossed the room and threw her arms round him. “I’m going to miss you, Oz. I hope you feel you can come back soon.”
Oz was surprised by Willow’s hug, “I will, Will. I just need some time.” And with that he extricated himself from Willow’s arms and walked out of the room, and Willow’s life.
TBC...
Andy