To All Who Are reading this, this is a quick 200-word fic about Willow inside Dark Willow. Set during Grave. You can think of this as from Tara's perspective talking to Willow's mind, or you can think of it from Willow's mind's perspective. So yeah, enjoy
Stuck
"Get out!" you yell. You yell again to no effect. Nothing is happening. Your efforts are failing. Nothing is working. But you don't give up. You need to win. You know she may be in control of your body, but you also know you are still inside her. You know you have to push her to the side, not the opposite. You know you can do this. You know you have done this before. You think you can do it again. You don't give up. You keep going because you know you can win. You know you have to try harder and overcome the darkness. You are pretty sure that you are not dark anymore. You know deep down that you are the girl who fights the Big Bad. You are meant to fight. And with one last burst of magic and feelings you are brought back to reality. All you can do now is cry in your friend's shoulder. Your hair turns read again, the veins are gone, and your eyes are once again beautifully green. You're free.