A/N: Here goes my second story. Got this idea from reading a novel in Japanese, the writing style is somewhat odd in English but I hope you all like it. There was a bit of language problem on this mainly my utter lack at understanding the American dialect (my spell check does not like American slang). Please be kind and review.
Voices
Even though she is my best friend, sometimes Willow makes me so mad. Willow Rosenberg was blessed in many ways and took everything for granted.
Stop whining
Another thing that makes me mad
You need to get over it
Easy for her to say, that by the way is Tara my guardian angel.
We were soul mates in life and are now in death inseparable.
Willow and Tara used to be lovers. I stood and watched as Willow got one more thing she did not deserve.
It's over now
Tara always was too forgiving.
I forgave you
Case in point
I was never supportive of their relationship.
I did not know how you felt
Like that would have been and easy conversation.
I love Tara; I would have died to keep Warren's stray shot from taking her.
I know
It is not enough.
Does it have to be?
I know what she is going to say next; that we are together now.
We are
It's hard
How long can I keep this up?
How much longer can I look at Willow and not hate her?
You have to try
I am
She is here now standing in my house with that hussy of hers.
Buffy!!!
I barely made it through that night.
Willow may have gone on a killing spree but I went somewhere worse, I went to war.
Killing Warren was the easy way out.
She was never strong on her own
I don't think she wanted to be.
Then she met that bitch Kennedy and again she took the easy way out.
Instead of dealing, she settled between another girls legs, emphasis on the 'girl'.
That did hurt
The only thing keeping me form walking over there and slapping both of them is that I know Tara would be disappointed.
I love you
I love you to, more than anything.
Now Willow is talking to Xander yet another person she took for granted.
I am sorry
None of it is your fault.
I wish I could do more
Being in my thoughts is enough.
There are so many things left unsaid
What kind of talk is that?
…
Tara?
Tara!
The silence is deafening.
For two years, I have not been without Tara's calming voice in my head.
Tara!
Nothing
Am I alone again?
I feel the ground shake and the sound of Xander's voice but it all feels so distant.
Surely, she would not have just left me.
She would have fought.
Xander is trying to get me to act, to make his decision for him like the old days.
Dawnie's at my side trying to calm me. She is the only one I ever told about Tara. She must see the pain in my eyes.
"Enough", I say silencing the many outside voices. I focus on my weapon and seconds later, the red scythe is in my hand. Whatever is coming we will deal with it, then I am going to find who silenced Tara, and then I am going to hurt them.