Mourning My Loss:Completed!
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › FemmeSlash - Female/Female › Tara/Willow
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
16
Views:
3,816
Reviews:
13
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Currently Reading:
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Mourning My Loss: Chapter 2
Mourning My Loss
By: Oracle Of Magic
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the BTVS characters, they are the property of Joss Whedon, and Mutant Enemy productions. No copyright infringement is intended. I am writing this story purely for enjoyment.
Thanks to everyone who's taken the time to review the story so far. I really would like your opinions on it.
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Part 2
This is how my friends find me, in a pile on the floor, a sobbing puddle. I hear the knock on the door and try to ignore it. Maybe they’ll think I’m not here. Whoever it was just kept knocking, it was annoying, I wanted to be left alone in my grief.
“Go away!” I shout. It doesn’t work though, and the door opens. Damn, I forgot to lock it. Buffy steps in and races over to me.
“God Willow, are you ok?” concern shows in her face, and I know she wants to help, but I don’t know how she can. The love of my life was taken from me, I can’t bring her back.
“I’m fine,” I manage to choke out in between sobs. I try to pull myself together, wiping away my tears. It’s clear from the look she gives me that she doesn’t believe me. I should have known, we’ve been friends for over 6 years now, we’ve grown up together. And no matter what, she’s always been there for me.
“Willow, let me help,” she says gently. She holds her arms open and out to me, I can’t take it anymore, I need a shoulder to cry on.
“Please,’ I whisper. I know it’s cryptic, but she understands, she’s my best friend. She walked over and pulls me into a hug. I wrap my arms around her and let her hold me. I need to be held, I just need to be held.
She pulls me close and talks softly, calming words, she’s almost babbling. Hey, that’s my job, but it’s working. I start to sob, letting my tears flow freely, she doesn’t shy away, just holds me. And that is what I need. I need to feel safe and loved.
I don’t know how long we sat there, I lost track of time. It must have been uncomfortable, but she never showed it. Finally I cried myself out. I sighed, and relaxed slightly. “Thanks.”
“Always, you know that,” she answered me. “You look like you need to rest.” I nod my head. She gently helps me up, her arms showing no effort as she does so, must be that slayer strength. “Why don’t you go change into PJ’s and I’ll get your bed ready.”
“K,” I reply. I grab a pair of boxer shorts and a t-shirt. It was one of Tara’s favorite shirts, I wear it to keep her close. God how I miss her. I start to cry, but I can’t. My body just doesn’t have anymore tears left.
I walk into the bathroom and quickly change. I’m all cried out, but the ache in my heart hasn’t lessened, I doubt it ever will. When Tara died, she took half of me with her.
I shuffle out into my room and see that Buffy’s pulled back the covers for me. I give her a weak smile. I walk over and sit on the edge of the bed. I don’t know what to do. She gives me a quick hug. “It’s ok, we’re all here for you,” she says quietly. She hands me a glass of water, which I drink rapidly. I didn’t even realize I was thirsty. But somehow she knew.
Buffy is a really good friend, no, more than that. She’s more like the big sister I never had. She helps me lay down and tucks me in, handing me my favorite stuffed animal to help me sleep. “Just rest, it’ll be ok, we’ll get through this together,” she says. “I can stay here while you sleep if you’d like.”
I ponder that for a minute, I know she has things to do. But it would feel so nice to know she’s there. Then again, I don’t want to trouble her. On the other hand, I need someone to sit with me. I mean I want someone to sit with me. I mean, I’m babbling now. Ok Rosenberg, get control of yourself.
I can see Buffy watching the emotions play across my face. It’s no use trying to mask them, I’m no good at that stuff. I wear my heart on my sleeve. Right now it’s bleeding down my sleeve.
“If you don’t mind, I think I’ll grab a few of my books and study in here. Dawn, Anya and Xander are playing some board game, and they don’t know the meaning of the word quiet,” Buffy mentions softly.
I smile. “Thanks.” I know she’s just doing this to make me feel better. And in truth, it really does. She flips on the cd player to a song she knows helps me sleep. I close my eyes, and try to sleep.
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tbc...
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By: Oracle Of Magic
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the BTVS characters, they are the property of Joss Whedon, and Mutant Enemy productions. No copyright infringement is intended. I am writing this story purely for enjoyment.
Thanks to everyone who's taken the time to review the story so far. I really would like your opinions on it.
**********
Part 2
This is how my friends find me, in a pile on the floor, a sobbing puddle. I hear the knock on the door and try to ignore it. Maybe they’ll think I’m not here. Whoever it was just kept knocking, it was annoying, I wanted to be left alone in my grief.
“Go away!” I shout. It doesn’t work though, and the door opens. Damn, I forgot to lock it. Buffy steps in and races over to me.
“God Willow, are you ok?” concern shows in her face, and I know she wants to help, but I don’t know how she can. The love of my life was taken from me, I can’t bring her back.
“I’m fine,” I manage to choke out in between sobs. I try to pull myself together, wiping away my tears. It’s clear from the look she gives me that she doesn’t believe me. I should have known, we’ve been friends for over 6 years now, we’ve grown up together. And no matter what, she’s always been there for me.
“Willow, let me help,” she says gently. She holds her arms open and out to me, I can’t take it anymore, I need a shoulder to cry on.
“Please,’ I whisper. I know it’s cryptic, but she understands, she’s my best friend. She walked over and pulls me into a hug. I wrap my arms around her and let her hold me. I need to be held, I just need to be held.
She pulls me close and talks softly, calming words, she’s almost babbling. Hey, that’s my job, but it’s working. I start to sob, letting my tears flow freely, she doesn’t shy away, just holds me. And that is what I need. I need to feel safe and loved.
I don’t know how long we sat there, I lost track of time. It must have been uncomfortable, but she never showed it. Finally I cried myself out. I sighed, and relaxed slightly. “Thanks.”
“Always, you know that,” she answered me. “You look like you need to rest.” I nod my head. She gently helps me up, her arms showing no effort as she does so, must be that slayer strength. “Why don’t you go change into PJ’s and I’ll get your bed ready.”
“K,” I reply. I grab a pair of boxer shorts and a t-shirt. It was one of Tara’s favorite shirts, I wear it to keep her close. God how I miss her. I start to cry, but I can’t. My body just doesn’t have anymore tears left.
I walk into the bathroom and quickly change. I’m all cried out, but the ache in my heart hasn’t lessened, I doubt it ever will. When Tara died, she took half of me with her.
I shuffle out into my room and see that Buffy’s pulled back the covers for me. I give her a weak smile. I walk over and sit on the edge of the bed. I don’t know what to do. She gives me a quick hug. “It’s ok, we’re all here for you,” she says quietly. She hands me a glass of water, which I drink rapidly. I didn’t even realize I was thirsty. But somehow she knew.
Buffy is a really good friend, no, more than that. She’s more like the big sister I never had. She helps me lay down and tucks me in, handing me my favorite stuffed animal to help me sleep. “Just rest, it’ll be ok, we’ll get through this together,” she says. “I can stay here while you sleep if you’d like.”
I ponder that for a minute, I know she has things to do. But it would feel so nice to know she’s there. Then again, I don’t want to trouble her. On the other hand, I need someone to sit with me. I mean I want someone to sit with me. I mean, I’m babbling now. Ok Rosenberg, get control of yourself.
I can see Buffy watching the emotions play across my face. It’s no use trying to mask them, I’m no good at that stuff. I wear my heart on my sleeve. Right now it’s bleeding down my sleeve.
“If you don’t mind, I think I’ll grab a few of my books and study in here. Dawn, Anya and Xander are playing some board game, and they don’t know the meaning of the word quiet,” Buffy mentions softly.
I smile. “Thanks.” I know she’s just doing this to make me feel better. And in truth, it really does. She flips on the cd player to a song she knows helps me sleep. I close my eyes, and try to sleep.
***
tbc...
Please review and leave fb.