Author: Emilie
Rating: G
Distribution: OzMia *if they want it lol.* My Site http://www.emiliekitten.com and if you would like it.
Summery: Oz goes to a rink.
Feedback: Yes! Please? I'm not sure about this.
Note: I just wanted to prove that I can write Oz getting over Willow, not that I had to.
My personal note: Snoopys ice rink is a rink in my home town of Santa Rosa. The late Charles Schultz lived here all of his life and made the rink, hence my setting. Just thought you'd love that cultural tidbit :o)
For me. I know nobody else is going to like it. LOL.
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I ran into her a in a little ice rink in a small town, snoopys ice rink. I don't skate, well usually. I used to go skating with Willow, maybe that's why I was there to bring back a few of those old memories I cherished so much. She had been dead for a year now, Buffy had been kind enough to call me I went to their funeral. They were buried together, Willow and Tara right next to each other in a beautiful plot under a large oak tree. I believed that her soul was free, free to be what she needed to be a golden angel flying above the earth to watch over us all.
She and Tara died casting a spell to save the world, they sealed up the hell mouth for good so that no one could ever open it again. They killed the beast that had haunted the original Scooby gangs dreams for years, they gave their own life but in tern gave life to millions. It was noble, she deserved that kind of death. Not that she deserved death, just that she deserved the right kind of death, the kind she would always be remembered for.
Anyway, I was sitting at the rink watching a mother with red hair take her little girl who was glowing with excitement around the rink. The mother was beaming with pride that her girl was skating and it brought a slight smile to my lips, I had learned to do that over the last six months, smile, something I haven't done in nearly three years. Funny that the death of the woman I had spent years pining over was the same woman who had given me the power to smile.
I was sipping hot cocoa when she slipped into the chair across from me and said my name, I glanced up at her surprised by a familiar face from high school. "Hey." I had said, quietly starring at her. She was prettier then I remembered, her face had become leaner somehow and her hair longer, past her shoulder blades. She had that glitter that teen age girls wore all over her face making her look like some kind of pixie, she looked years younger then the last time I had seen her yet her beautiful deep blue eyes seemed older then time.
We had started chatting then, over how silly the world seemed after high school and how trivial tests and homework were after you've been in the world for a few years. She'd given me her phone number and for the first time in many years my heart had yearned to hear a voice as clear and beautiful as hers again.
I knew I was in love for the second time that day, I was in love with someone who I could have, someone I could hold forever and not feel guilty because I know that's how Willow would have wanted it.
I have a daughter now with my wife, we named her Willow Alexandra Osborne, I had suggested Willow Buffy but Nancy had glared at me, stating "I hated that girl." as I had heard her say so many times before.
I loved her, and it was okay.
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