Rain (1/1)
"I didn't know. I swear didn't know Tara. I didn't know I could destroy Buffy in this way. Little old me," her voice breaking as Willow uttered the words.
"I know, Will. None of us did. Don't blame yourself," Tara whispered, stepping forward to take Willow into her arms, but she sidestepped the gesture, moving away, to stand by the window.
Tara sighed, worry lining her features, watching her love's profile, illuminated under the street lamps. She knew how much Willow loved Buffy, but Willow had never dreamed she could make the ultimate mistake, hurt Buffy, in a way no-one else could. Not even Angel had come this close.
"I don't know if Buffy will survive this, this, something I did," came the muffled voice from within the shadows. Slipping behind Willow, Tara wrapped her girlfriend in her embrace: protective, warm, strong, loving.
"I love you," Tara whispered, into auburn hair. Willow leaned against Tara's warm frame, her head resting on Tara's shoulder, she released a sigh, as she watched the window mist with their warm breath before running towards the sill as fine droplets of cool water.
The rain fell, in soft patters, accompanying the silent tears. Tara wrapped her arms around Willow tighter, fresh rain had the power to cleanse.
"I don't know what I would do without you," came the soft whisper, breaking the heavy silence that had descended, hours ago. Turning, wet eyes shining, Willow reached out, reverently touching Tara's face, fingers running over closed eyelids, warm cheeks, soft lips.
"I didn't know. I swear didn't know Tara. I didn't know I could destroy Buffy in this way. Little old me," her voice breaking as Willow uttered the words.
"I know, Will. None of us did. Don't blame yourself," Tara whispered, stepping forward to take Willow into her arms, but she sidestepped the gesture, moving away, to stand by the window.
Tara sighed, worry lining her features, watching her love's profile, illuminated under the street lamps. She knew how much Willow loved Buffy, but Willow had never dreamed she could make the ultimate mistake, hurt Buffy, in a way no-one else could. Not even Angel had come this close.
"I don't know if Buffy will survive this, this, something I did," came the muffled voice from within the shadows. Slipping behind Willow, Tara wrapped her girlfriend in her embrace: protective, warm, strong, loving.
"I love you," Tara whispered, into auburn hair. Willow leaned against Tara's warm frame, her head resting on Tara's shoulder, she released a sigh, as she watched the window mist with their warm breath before running towards the sill as fine droplets of cool water.
The rain fell, in soft patters, accompanying the silent tears. Tara wrapped her arms around Willow tighter, fresh rain had the power to cleanse.
"I don't know what I would do without you," came the soft whisper, breaking the heavy silence that had descended, hours ago. Turning, wet eyes shining, Willow reached out, reverently touching Tara's face, fingers running over closed eyelids, warm cheeks, soft lips.