Title: Secret Desire
Couple: Willow/Spike
Summary: Willow has a secret desire, just read please!
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: BtVS characters belong to Joss Whedon, etc.
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Have you ever had a dream that you wished was real? When you dream it you can see it, hear it, taste it, and feel it. Than you wake up and you realize everything is different from that dream?
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I sit on the couch watching tv with Xander. Tonight is a movie marathon between us two life long friends. At least it should have been. Giles went out of town taking Buffy with him leaving us to vamp sit the vampire, Spike. He's tied up on the other side of the room on Xander's recliner looking like he wants to tear off our heads. I maintain my façade. I fool everyone but myself, only I know my dreams, my desires.
I dream of dreams from another place, another time where it's just Spike and I, Willow Rosenberg. Where he is my World and I am his. Where we lay beside each other well he whispers words of love and we kiss and fall into each other making love under the stars.
When I wake up I sometimes like to pretend I'm not alone, it all comes crashing down on me though, when of course reality hits, hard.
I'm in love with somebody A face of my desire I wish for the daydreams will cross over reality and step into the light.
Everytime I see him I'm rewarded with the pain of pure hatred coming from his eyes directed towards me.
I ask myself why? As I cry myself to sleep.
Knowing the one I truly love with all of my heart is never going to be the truth I yearn for in my lonely existence.
I get off the couch where Xander has fallen a sleep and get a blood bag and poor it in a mug than popping it into the microwave. After the seconds tick by and it beeps and I go and get it. I walk over to Spike with the mug and gently untie him.
"Thanks pet." He says, but you can still see his hatred boiling behind his eyes. Hatred for us, hatred for me. I turn away blindingly well I try to stop the tears and chocking back a sob. I pick up a pad and pen and scribble a note for Xander. I hand Spike the paper and without another word quickly say good-bye shutting myself pit again, out of the pain, out of the emotions of rejection. I fail to notice the paper that slips out of my jacket as I quickly run out the door avoiding once again the cold harsh reality.
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I ponder the witches actions well noticing a piece of paper that looks like Willows handwriting, Willow had dropped it. I unfolded the note and was surprised to find a poem. I read it and it struck a cord, I throw in my pocket picking up my duster I run out the door.
The poems words echoing in Willow's voice to me over and over.
Have you ever love somebody You know you'll never get? The heartache hurts when you look at them To know you don't have a chance To know they don't love you back You know it's wrong but you care I wish I could be a dove To fly away from this reality and in to the next Where the sunshines and I yearn to see my dream lovers touch I love somebody Somebody with my heart and soul It's hard to know I don't have him To pass him by everyday To know he'll never know Never return the feelings The longings he creates I never felt So not I go home Going back to my dream world Where I dream of my one true love My secret desire.
The End.