Dreams. They flood her mind. Buffy. Buffy and Angel dancing at the bronze. Buffy. When they first ate lunch on the quad. First meeting Giles. Buffy fighting to save her life. Buffy visiting her in bed while wearing her spring fling dress on her way to die. Being in her wheelchair wondering when Buffy was going to show up. They ripped her in and out of sleep. She woke with a start, causing the body beside her to wrap their arms tighter. Willow snuggled close to Tara as the silent tears fell down her cheeks and turned the fabric of her pillow a darker color. She was supposed to be dealing. She was trying, but it was so damned hard.
The funeral was the same night she'd gone to get Angel. They drove back together. Willow and Angel in the front, Cordy and Wesley in the back. Their other friend had decided to stay on the home front, not to mention he'd probably feel out of place. She respected that. Cordy was in a stage of shock, Wesley blamed himself, and Angel… well he hadn't said much at all. She could tell he was, in a way, dying inside. She knew it because she died too. Every time she saw the look of pain in his eyes.
She'd looked beautiful when they'd buried her. They had her hair down, flowing down the front of her bright red sundress. It was one of her favorites and she'd always joked about being buried in it. It would have made her smile. Willow had held Giles' arm the entire time. Out of all of them, Giles and Angel were taking it the worst. Angel losing his love, and Giles losing the closet thing to a daughter he had. She'd wept all over herself, and her cheeks matched the color of her hair by the time she was done.
Tara sighed and she could tell Tara was asleep again. Willow didn't look forward to sleep at all. She knew that she'd only see Buffy. But she'd have to deal with that forever. She was never coming back.
Willow cried herself to sleep.
The funeral was the same night she'd gone to get Angel. They drove back together. Willow and Angel in the front, Cordy and Wesley in the back. Their other friend had decided to stay on the home front, not to mention he'd probably feel out of place. She respected that. Cordy was in a stage of shock, Wesley blamed himself, and Angel… well he hadn't said much at all. She could tell he was, in a way, dying inside. She knew it because she died too. Every time she saw the look of pain in his eyes.
She'd looked beautiful when they'd buried her. They had her hair down, flowing down the front of her bright red sundress. It was one of her favorites and she'd always joked about being buried in it. It would have made her smile. Willow had held Giles' arm the entire time. Out of all of them, Giles and Angel were taking it the worst. Angel losing his love, and Giles losing the closet thing to a daughter he had. She'd wept all over herself, and her cheeks matched the color of her hair by the time she was done.
Tara sighed and she could tell Tara was asleep again. Willow didn't look forward to sleep at all. She knew that she'd only see Buffy. But she'd have to deal with that forever. She was never coming back.
Willow cried herself to sleep.