Title: Weathered
Author: Raven MacNair
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Joss Whedon, or any of
the characters he made up. I also did not write the song Weathered, that
song is by the lovely group Creed.
Summary: No pairings, Death/Song fic. Sort of Oz/Willow, because its Oz
thinking about Willow.
I lie awake on a long, dark night
I can't seem to tame my mind
Slings and arrows are killing me inside
Maybe I can't accept the life that's mine
No I can't accept the life that's mine
It was a chilly, dark night. The wind whipped Oz's cheeks raw and red, whistling its mournful tune. He had betrayed himself, and all who loved him. He had killed another human being, and broken the heart of the woman he loved.
Simple living is my desperate cry
Been trading love with indifference yeah it suits me just fine
I try to hold on but I'm calloused to the bone
Maybe that's why I feel alone
Maybe that's why I feel alone
The water of the river below seemed to beckon, mocking him with its slow rhythmic rushing. He looked up towards the moon, and thought of her. "Willow," he said to himself. "What would you think of me now?" Stepping over the low concrete wall that saved cars from the fate Oz was about to inflict on himself.
Me..I'm rusted and weathered
Barely holding together
I'm covered with skin that peels and it just won't heal
The sun shines and I can't avoid the light
I think I'm holding on to life too tight
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Sometimes I feel like giving up
Sometimes I feel like giving up
"Its better this way," Oz told himself, clutching one of the iron supports to steady himself. He knew that if he lived, he would eventually return to Sunnydale again. It was his home, and leaving it was like tearing a huge chunk of his soul out. He would return to find Willow completely blissful with her-her lover Tara. And if that's what he found, he knew he would never be able to control the wolf.
Me...I'm rusted and weathered
Barely holding together
I'm covered with skin that peels and it just won't heal
The day reminds me of you
The night hides your truth
The earth is a voice
Speaking to you
Take all this pride
And leave it behind
Oz took a deep breath and closed his eyes, calming his heart readying for the task of diving headfirst into the ice cold shallow waters of the river below. He opened his eyes and took one last look at the surrounding night.
Because one day it ends
One day we die
Believe what you will
That is your right
But I choose to win
So I choose to fight
To fight
A tear fell from his jade green eye, and he jumped. The world was turned upside down, and the water hit his head like one million bricks of ice. The water entered his lungs like knives, and blackness swallowed his consciousness forevermore.
I lie awake on a long, dark night
I can't seem to tame my mind
Slings and arrows are killing me inside
Maybe I can't accept the life that's mine
No I can't accept the life that's mine
It was a chilly, dark night. The wind whipped Oz's cheeks raw and red, whistling its mournful tune. He had betrayed himself, and all who loved him. He had killed another human being, and broken the heart of the woman he loved.
Simple living is my desperate cry
Been trading love with indifference yeah it suits me just fine
I try to hold on but I'm calloused to the bone
Maybe that's why I feel alone
Maybe that's why I feel alone
The water of the river below seemed to beckon, mocking him with its slow rhythmic rushing. He looked up towards the moon, and thought of her. "Willow," he said to himself. "What would you think of me now?" Stepping over the low concrete wall that saved cars from the fate Oz was about to inflict on himself.
Me..I'm rusted and weathered
Barely holding together
I'm covered with skin that peels and it just won't heal
The sun shines and I can't avoid the light
I think I'm holding on to life too tight
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Sometimes I feel like giving up
Sometimes I feel like giving up
"Its better this way," Oz told himself, clutching one of the iron supports to steady himself. He knew that if he lived, he would eventually return to Sunnydale again. It was his home, and leaving it was like tearing a huge chunk of his soul out. He would return to find Willow completely blissful with her-her lover Tara. And if that's what he found, he knew he would never be able to control the wolf.
Me...I'm rusted and weathered
Barely holding together
I'm covered with skin that peels and it just won't heal
The day reminds me of you
The night hides your truth
The earth is a voice
Speaking to you
Take all this pride
And leave it behind
Oz took a deep breath and closed his eyes, calming his heart readying for the task of diving headfirst into the ice cold shallow waters of the river below. He opened his eyes and took one last look at the surrounding night.
Because one day it ends
One day we die
Believe what you will
That is your right
But I choose to win
So I choose to fight
To fight
A tear fell from his jade green eye, and he jumped. The world was turned upside down, and the water hit his head like one million bricks of ice. The water entered his lungs like knives, and blackness swallowed his consciousness forevermore.