A/N: Sorry about the character death. Don't flame me! I have nothing against her, it's just I hate when people
pair them together. If she actually did feel anything at all for Angel, this is a lot like what might really happen. Or
at least I think it might. ? Keep in mind I'm not making any money, and these ppl don't belong to me. I only wish I
was that creative.
Willow hummed as she walked. She was bored, and humming was a good way to take
your mind off something. Namely, the problem at hand. The huge, enormous, too big to even picture problem at
hand. A lot of it was Buffy. Some of it was everything about her, but mostly, it was just Angel. Buffy had
gotten everything Willow had wanted for herself ever since Will had met the girl. And after they'd become
friends, Willow had just learned to take everything, every slight, and every bit of unfairness, not matter how
great, with a smile. She played her role of best friend perfectly, without a single flaw.
No one, not even her own mother had ever suspected the tiniest amount of how Willow really felt.
How she could just slap Buffy for being so loved, so wonderfully perfect, and how everything bowed to her. It
really wasn't fair. Buffy was the Slayer. She had all the cool powers, and the safety and well being of the entire
city rested upon her. Willow was just a normal human Wicca. Buffy was cutesy, and Willow could never act that
way, she was just too tall, too gangly. Buffy always had a lot of friends, and Willow had always been on the
geeky side. Finally, all the guys loved Buffy. They threw themselves at her, but she only had eyes for one. The
dead one. The eternally damned, the mysterious, the beautiful, Angel. The only guy Willow had ever really
pictured herself being able to love unconditionally, and that would understand her. Sure, once the relationship
had started, Will knew it was doomed to fail.
She just never accounted for Angel's complete devotion, or Buffy's absolute lack of trust in every
other guy, she'd never really given anyone else her heart. Willow beat herself up about it privately, knowing
she'd never have a chance, just like every other time she'd competed against Buffy. Willow stared down at the
cliff edge, feeling the biting wind push at her, pull at her, and scream around the rocks lining the bottom. She
smiled at the complete stupidity of everyone. They'd never been able to see the true her, the one who so
jealously lusted after the only love of her best friend, the only man she knew would truly ever understand her.
Willow smiled at the beauty and fierceness of the edge. Even as she jumped, and her limp body was thrown
against the rocks, she smiled. It was over, and she was already at peace. Her last waking thought was, 'Buffy,
you've won again.'
pair them together. If she actually did feel anything at all for Angel, this is a lot like what might really happen. Or
at least I think it might. ? Keep in mind I'm not making any money, and these ppl don't belong to me. I only wish I
was that creative.
Willow hummed as she walked. She was bored, and humming was a good way to take
your mind off something. Namely, the problem at hand. The huge, enormous, too big to even picture problem at
hand. A lot of it was Buffy. Some of it was everything about her, but mostly, it was just Angel. Buffy had
gotten everything Willow had wanted for herself ever since Will had met the girl. And after they'd become
friends, Willow had just learned to take everything, every slight, and every bit of unfairness, not matter how
great, with a smile. She played her role of best friend perfectly, without a single flaw.
No one, not even her own mother had ever suspected the tiniest amount of how Willow really felt.
How she could just slap Buffy for being so loved, so wonderfully perfect, and how everything bowed to her. It
really wasn't fair. Buffy was the Slayer. She had all the cool powers, and the safety and well being of the entire
city rested upon her. Willow was just a normal human Wicca. Buffy was cutesy, and Willow could never act that
way, she was just too tall, too gangly. Buffy always had a lot of friends, and Willow had always been on the
geeky side. Finally, all the guys loved Buffy. They threw themselves at her, but she only had eyes for one. The
dead one. The eternally damned, the mysterious, the beautiful, Angel. The only guy Willow had ever really
pictured herself being able to love unconditionally, and that would understand her. Sure, once the relationship
had started, Will knew it was doomed to fail.
She just never accounted for Angel's complete devotion, or Buffy's absolute lack of trust in every
other guy, she'd never really given anyone else her heart. Willow beat herself up about it privately, knowing
she'd never have a chance, just like every other time she'd competed against Buffy. Willow stared down at the
cliff edge, feeling the biting wind push at her, pull at her, and scream around the rocks lining the bottom. She
smiled at the complete stupidity of everyone. They'd never been able to see the true her, the one who so
jealously lusted after the only love of her best friend, the only man she knew would truly ever understand her.
Willow smiled at the beauty and fierceness of the edge. Even as she jumped, and her limp body was thrown
against the rocks, she smiled. It was over, and she was already at peace. Her last waking thought was, 'Buffy,
you've won again.'