'Displaced' by Azure Ray is easily one of my favorite songs featured in a Buffy episode (Seeing Red), and the scene where Willow visits Tara's grave for the first time hit me hard, so I figured I would just write a quick one-shot about it.
It's just a simple
line
I can still hear it all of the time
If I can just hold on
tonight
I know that nothing
Nothing survives
Nothing
survives
Willow traced the letters on the cold stone protruding recklessly, offendingly out of the ground. Her friends didn't know it, but she came here every day. It was the only place that kept her from breaking down again. There was something relaxing about this place, the sunlight was never too bright or too hot; the breeze was just enough to cool her down when she felt like she would implode with all the emotions she was keeping inside. She laid a new flower on the ground, replacing the one she placed there the week before.
I think I'm
turned around
I'm looking up
Not looking down
And when
I'm standing still
Watching you run
Watching you fall
Fall
into me
Willow dreamed about
her sometimes, something out of the movies, she supposed. A beach one
night, the house another. Anywhere was fine, as long as it had the
same ending. She would show up wherever Willow was, and just stand
there, watching. Willow would freeze every time; each time forgetting
it was just a dream, and allowing herself to be engulfed in
indescribable feelings she could only feel with her. They
would embrace, and she could smell everything, feel each hair rub
against her cheek, sending spirals of bliss down her spine.
Am I making
something worthwhile out of this place
Am I making something
worthwhile out of this chase
I am displaced
I am displaced
Coming back from her
Dark state was the hardest thing she had ever gone through in her
life. Coming back meant accepting the pain that threatened to send
her body into overdrive and admitting that she was really gone, and
wasn't coming back. Her friends let her cry her heart out night
after night, always making an effort to be there for her, soothing
her. But after a few weeks, she had lied to them, telling them that
she was alright. Telling them that they didn't have to stay with
her anymore. Her eyes held a different story, begging for forgiveness
and assurance. But they didn't know, didn't realize that she was
still hurting to the point of going numb.
And she's my
friend of all friends
She's still here when everyone's gone
She
doesn't have to say a thing
We'll just keep laughing all night
long
All night long
She could still hear her laugh sometimes, when the house was dark and empty. It echoed through the halls and Willow suspected that it would never cease, lightly haunting the building for all eternity. She didn't mind it most nights, though. The sound soothed her; let her know that she was still with Willow. She would never leave, really. And she would always listen. No matter how much Willow longed to touch her, to feel her again, she realized that she could survive because Tara never really left. She would never leave. And Willow would put her head on the pillow and breathe in her scent, one of the many traces of Tara that would linger in her heart forever.
Am I making
something worthwhile out of this place
Am I making something
worthwhile out of this chase
I am displaced
I am displaced
It's just a
simple line
I can still hear it all of the time
If I can just
hold on tonight
I know that no one
No one survives
No one
survives.
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