Lost Memories
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Het - Male/Female › Spike(William)/Willow
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Running
She came to the shop tonight looking for a little companionship. Since Tara left she had been more than a little lonely, and tonight she was bored. Being bored didn't use to bother her, but that was before the addiction. Trying to suppress the magic mojo was even harder when boredom was a factor. Tara didn’t understand that. She didn’t know how much Willow needed her right now. This was hard anyway and without Tara, it seemed almost impossible.
She usually enjoyed being with her friends, but since the magic overload, things had changed. She’d been stupid to come here she realized. They tried to act normal, she couldn’t fault them there, but they kept looking at her like she might explode.
They were trying to help, she was certain, but they just weren’t. Everyone was avoiding making eye contact, and when she did catch someone looking at her, there was so much pain and accusation (not to mention guilt on her part), she had to look away. She couldn’t sit there any longer - she had to get out now. She packed up the books she’d brought, along with her laptop and jacket and stood to leave.
“Hey Wills, where ya going?” Xander asked when he noticed her rushing to the door.
“Just a little tired, Xander. Going home to chill out and watch a movie or something.”
“Hey, I’ll come with,” she had to smile at that. He was always trying to rescue her, even if he wasn’t sure how. “We’ll stop by the store for some popcorn and some form of chocolatey goodness.”
“No, that’s Okay, Xan. Stay here with Anya, I think I’d rather be alone right now.” She headed for the door. She didn’t need chocolate right now and probably the last thing she wanted was aloneness. She needed someone to understand her. She needed someone to forgive her the horrible things she had done and what she had almost become. She needed a little love and comfort. But most importantly, she needed someone to just accept Willow, not for who she’d once been, or who she might one day be, but just plain right now Willow.
She wasn’t paying attention as she swung the door open and stepped right into a stone wall. A wall that smelled familiar - tobacco, whiskey, and leather.
She usually enjoyed being with her friends, but since the magic overload, things had changed. She’d been stupid to come here she realized. They tried to act normal, she couldn’t fault them there, but they kept looking at her like she might explode.
They were trying to help, she was certain, but they just weren’t. Everyone was avoiding making eye contact, and when she did catch someone looking at her, there was so much pain and accusation (not to mention guilt on her part), she had to look away. She couldn’t sit there any longer - she had to get out now. She packed up the books she’d brought, along with her laptop and jacket and stood to leave.
“Hey Wills, where ya going?” Xander asked when he noticed her rushing to the door.
“Just a little tired, Xander. Going home to chill out and watch a movie or something.”
“Hey, I’ll come with,” she had to smile at that. He was always trying to rescue her, even if he wasn’t sure how. “We’ll stop by the store for some popcorn and some form of chocolatey goodness.”
“No, that’s Okay, Xan. Stay here with Anya, I think I’d rather be alone right now.” She headed for the door. She didn’t need chocolate right now and probably the last thing she wanted was aloneness. She needed someone to understand her. She needed someone to forgive her the horrible things she had done and what she had almost become. She needed a little love and comfort. But most importantly, she needed someone to just accept Willow, not for who she’d once been, or who she might one day be, but just plain right now Willow.
She wasn’t paying attention as she swung the door open and stepped right into a stone wall. A wall that smelled familiar - tobacco, whiskey, and leather.