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I ended it... I ended it with Oz. He came up to me at the Expresso Pump. He insisted on talking to me and tried to explain some stuff. The anger boiled inside my stomach. I responded to him with:
"Well until you understand and give me a more valid excuse, I'm done with you. I can't even stand to look at you, let alone be with you."
He looked hurt. "I desirve this. I'm sorry Willow."
I was still mad. "That's right, you do deserve this." I couldn't look at him anymore. "You know, I gotta go, Oz. I can't take this anymore."
"Understandable." He then got up. "How about I just leave, you finish your latte." He picked up his and left money on the table to pay for it along with mine.
I watched Oz leave. Part of me wanted to jump up and tell him not to go and that I still loved him. My mind was then refreshed with thoughts of him and Veruca. I decided to stay seated. I folded my arms on the table, and continued to sob. I wrapped my hand around his money he left. I wondered if this would be the last trace of him I'd see for a while.
I'm really not doing well at all. The past few days I've just been sitting here alone, avoiding contact. I've stopped going to the Wicca group. A girl named Tara, who goes as well, came by to see if I was ok. That was really sweet of her. It took my mind off Oz for a little while, talking about magic. I think we really sort of connected. She's a lot more powerful than me, but hopefully I will be able to learn from her in the future.
I haven't yet talked with Buffy or Xander about any of this Oz stuff. My first instinct is to talk to Xander, because he lives with him, so there would be another perspective about the whole situation.
I really want to call him. I'm afraid Oz will pick up. Oz probably isn't there. He's really never home. My fingers seemed to have a mind of their own as they dialed Xander's number.
"Well until you understand and give me a more valid excuse, I'm done with you. I can't even stand to look at you, let alone be with you."
He looked hurt. "I desirve this. I'm sorry Willow."
I was still mad. "That's right, you do deserve this." I couldn't look at him anymore. "You know, I gotta go, Oz. I can't take this anymore."
"Understandable." He then got up. "How about I just leave, you finish your latte." He picked up his and left money on the table to pay for it along with mine.
I watched Oz leave. Part of me wanted to jump up and tell him not to go and that I still loved him. My mind was then refreshed with thoughts of him and Veruca. I decided to stay seated. I folded my arms on the table, and continued to sob. I wrapped my hand around his money he left. I wondered if this would be the last trace of him I'd see for a while.
I'm really not doing well at all. The past few days I've just been sitting here alone, avoiding contact. I've stopped going to the Wicca group. A girl named Tara, who goes as well, came by to see if I was ok. That was really sweet of her. It took my mind off Oz for a little while, talking about magic. I think we really sort of connected. She's a lot more powerful than me, but hopefully I will be able to learn from her in the future.
I haven't yet talked with Buffy or Xander about any of this Oz stuff. My first instinct is to talk to Xander, because he lives with him, so there would be another perspective about the whole situation.
I really want to call him. I'm afraid Oz will pick up. Oz probably isn't there. He's really never home. My fingers seemed to have a mind of their own as they dialed Xander's number.