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"Buffy," Willow started. Buffy turned. "I like your dress."
Her face fell, her eyes went far away. and her breath seemed to still as she paused in the doorway of Willow's bedroom. Willow wiped tears from her cheeks. "What's wrong?"
Eyes snapped back into focus, round and sad, as Buffy shifted her weight, taking the steps over to her best friend's bed again, white dress brushing against her ankles as she sat, the bed squeaking as it curved against her weight.
Buffy's hand, soft and warm, reached up, cupping Willow's face. She heard Willow's breath hitch, and saw her eyes tear up again. Slowly, Buffy leaned over, their lips touching for no more than three seconds. In those seconds, Buffy could taste the salt of Willow's tears, feel the warmth behind her lips, before she leaned back and stood.
She stopped in Willow's bedroom door again, throat tight as she took in (what she thought was) the last time she'd ever see her best friend: eyes wide, lips parted, breath almost frozen.
Buffy swallowed her tears, and breathed those last words,
"Take care."
