Last Autumn
Willow watches as the leaves fly across the campus.
The autumn wind envelops her and brings memories of days past.
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Last year she was in Oz' arms as they watched the red leaves dance across her garden.
"Beautiful," she'd said.
"Oh yes."
Willow blushed. He wasn't talking about the sight anymore.
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Sometimes she can't believe he's been gone for so long but, as the nature draws a full circle, she can't help but recognise the truth. Oz is gone. Oz is gone. Oz is gone. And Willow can still feel his arms around her as the leaves continue their dance.
Play With Me
Willow's eyes widened when she recognised the imminent danger. "Oh no." She warned him. "Don't you dare!"
He dared.
Covered in muddy leaves, Willow now glared furiously. "Oh Jesse, you are so going down!"
Jesse sniggered and fled away from the mad redhead. Seconds later, Willow's screams turned into shrieks as a new load of leaves fell on her hair. "XAaaaaNDER!"
Xander only laughed impishly and run in other direction, winking at Jesse in conspiracy.
Jesse grinned, and began gathering more leaves.
After all, Willow never stayed angry for long, and they could always tickle her until she forgave them.
Little Things
Alone in the park, Willow settled against a trunk. "You know I was sorry," she began.
"Yes."
"I never intended it to happen. I wasn't thinking right."
"I know."
"It was an accident." She fingered the dead leaves beside her. "I am sorry."
This wasn't about the Great Mistakes, they were long past that. But the little things, those she'd never thought important enough, were what Willow apologised for now.
Tara-memory looked down at her pink sweater. It had been her favourite white sweater before Willow's red sock. "I always liked pink."
Willow smiled. Another piece of absolution to cherish.