Author's Note: This is my first time writing for the Buffy fandom.

I hope I haven't done too badly for my first attempt. This will be a short two-shot story. With one chapter, (this one) through Willow's dealing with Tara leaving.

The next one will touch on Tara and how she's handling it.

It shouldn't be possible to feel this much pain. Willow gritted her teeth as she watched Tara walk down the drive way. How could she just leave? How could she give up on her? She loved her. She loved her with everything she had. And there she was, walking away. Walking away from everything they'd had. All those memories, all their love... Tara didn't even look back... Willow shook her head as she walked over to the bed. Gone? No. No, she had to come back.

The magic had to stop. That was what had got her into trouble. She'd known it was wrong, but she'd done it. She was reliant on it. Everything else was fixed with magic like the plate this morning when she'd been washing dishes. Of course it made sense to try and fix her relationship with Tara using magic as well. It'd worked in the past. But this time, this time it failed her. It wasn't her friend. It didn't help her. It'd driven Tara away. There was no maybe about it, it had to stop.

But, maybe she was jumping the gun. Possibly giving up on magic too easily... Maybe if she tried just one more time. If she could prevent Tara from finding out, if...

No. It'd already caused too much trouble.

How could it be so easy for Tara to walk away? Like they'd never happened? Like she'd never given her heart and soul to her? Like they'd never loved at all?

"Will?" Buffy's voice interrupted her thoughts.

Willow glanced up from where she sat on the bed. The look of concern on Buffy's face immediately made her feel shaky. Buffy's concern made it seem more real. Before, it had been like this could all be a dream. It hadn't fully sunk in yet. But there Buffy was, looking torn between wanting to give her best friend space and hugging her. The helplessness on her face made it even worse.

"I'm okay," Willow told her, knowing what she'd been about to ask.

"Okay," Buffy said softly well aware this couldn't be further from the truth. However, she didn't leave. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't frustrated. She was. Willow's mistake that caused them to lose their memories could have ended so much worse than they had. But she couldn't ignore the pain on her friend's face. Watching her look so broken made her, in turn, feel broken inside. Despite the numbness she'd felt having been brought back, despite the anger she felt toward her friends for bringing her back, she loved them.

Willow felt her throat swell up as her friend sat beside her. "I am okay," she insisted but this time as she said those words, the tears spilled again. All Buffy could do was hug her. She held her friend as she cried wishing that she could help in some way. She saved lives, she fought the bad guys and yet, here she was, unable to help.

After a few minutes, Willow found she was able to steady herself.

"Let's get you out of here," Buffy suggested. There could be nothing worse than being in this room. On the nightstand, she could see that Tara had left her brush. There were too many reminders, Willow needed a distraction. "Ah, no objections," she said as Willow started to shake her head. "Be ready in a half hour."

Giving Willow a forced, cheerful smile, she went to go get dressed. She hadn't felt like leaving the house lately, or doing much of anything. Exceptions had to be made.

The numbness became overwhelming and Willow found herself unable to move. That was it. No more magic. She spent most of the half hour telling herself that. It was important. It was how she got Tara back. Biting her bottom lip, she stood to grab her laptop. Tara would listen, she had to.

Distantly, she heard the shower running. It appeared it'd take Buffy a bit longer than a half hour, which suited her just fine.

Shakily, she began to type the email. After the first message was written, she immediately erased it. 'Don't be ridiculous," she told herself.

Tara,

Tara, baby, please. I'm so sorry. I know there are no words that can take back what I did. But it's over. It's done. No more magic, I promise.

I just want us to be together again. I love you so much. I need you. I can't do this on my own. I need you here. You're my strength. You're my everything. With you by my side, I can quit. I know I can. Just please, please... We need to talk. We can work this out. Strong like Amazon, remember? With our strength combined, I know I can beat this. You're right. I use too much magic. Not again, I promise. I'm done. You hear that? I'm done.

Love Willow.

With her heart racing, somehow, Willow managed to click the send button.

"Will?" Buffy's voice called out. "Are you ready?"

Crap, she hadn't even heard the shower stop. She still needed to get dressed, and picking out an outfit...

Well, one more time couldn't hurt, right? She'd use magic one more time. After all, it'd be wrong to keep Buffy waiting when she was trying to do something nice for her, right? Just one more spell, just one more.

"Yeah, I'm ready," Willow replied, fully dressed, walking out to meet her friend. "Lets get out of here."

As Buffy was walking down the stairs, Willow shot down the guilt she'd felt. It'd just been one spell, she was done for good now, right?

Author's Note: Thank you for reading!