When a person goes through life, they experience losses. Losses they can't control. Small losses, big losses, the sort of things that will invariably change a person. We've all gone through them. And you mostly move on where you can and forget where you can't.
But when you find the one person you love most in the world, and you lose them, you can't move on. You don't want to forget. They mean too much. So what do you do?
What can you do?
Most people would say nothing, that they don't have a choice, but that's not true.
I'm Willow Rosenberg, one of the most powerful Wiccans on Earth. And I can bring my love, Tara Maclay, back. So that's what I'm going to do.
I suppose you should know what happened, before we jump into the thick of things.
Tara Maclay was the most beautiful, wonderful, amazing person I've ever known. For everything that I wasn't, she was. Words can't express how much I loved her.
But then came Warren.
Warren f***ing Mears. Dirty lowlife scum if I've ever seen any. Misogynistic and murderous.
We never saw him coming. He was a pain in the ass, but we could handle him. Buffy could handle him.
Guns, however, are harder to handle than a trio of nerds with Warren as their leader. Guns have bullets. When you aren't expecting a bullet, you can't stop it. I learned that the hard way.
The last thing Tara ever said to me was 'your shirt.' That's it. Just 'your shirt.' And then she was slipping away from me faster than I could pull her back. A tiny little bullet ripped out her insides and took her light away from me, and from the world.
I can't help but think if I had done something faster, or moved quicker, I could have made a difference, and she'd still be here today. If we had waited to make up-that's what gets me the most-if we had taken more time apart, Tara wouldn't have been standing by the window. I got Tara back, and lost her again.