"Why did you leave me? Don't you love me anymore? I'd still be alive if it wasn't for you. Well I hope you're happy with your new whore! YOU BITCH! YOU KILLED ME!"

Willow woke up gasping for air, feeling suffocated, deprived of oxygen, a cold sweat covered her forehead. Her heart was still pumping fiercely. The voice still screamed at her, the picture so clear and so full of hatred. Tears streaked Willow's face, her hands and body shaking.

She felt a warm body beside her. Willow turned around to face her girlfriend, see the loving face of her slayer. Let her touch calm Willow down. The body turned, sat up and faced her. It wasn't the smile or face of her girlfriend, it was the cruel snarl of her last one. The one that died in her arms.

"Tara." Willow whispered.

"YOU BITCH!" Tara screamed and slapped Willow.

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"No!" Willow screamed, feeling her heart being ripped out, feeling her soul die a thousand times over.

"Willow." The voice beside her soothed.

Terrified, Willow screamed and fell out of her bed. "I'm so sorry, Tara, I'm so sorry." Willow cried, crawling like a mouse to the corner. She curled up and buried her face in her knees, letting the pain and the tears flow, hoping that she would eventually dry up and die.

"Willow." That familiar voice repeated. Willow looked up. Kennedy's face welled with concern and love.

"Kennedy?" Willow cried.

"Shhh, I'm here, I'm here." Kennedy caressed her face. Willow jerked back at her touch. "Wow, calm down, I'm here."

"I'm so sorry Kennedy. I just don't know anymore." Willow whispered through her tears. Kennedy held her tenderly in her arms, letting the tears fall from Willow's hot, flustered face.