A/N: Spoiler Alert! If you haven't watched season six, Don't Read!

Hey, I've no idea if I'm doing this right or not. I'm just copying other people's starts…
I think this is called a one shot by the way.
This is my first story on fanfiction, so… feel free to review or whatever it is you do with stories on here. Thanks!

Disclaimer: I own them all! Really. Okay… It's really Joss Whedon, but you can't blame me for trying.

Summary: How Willow and Tara should have had their happy ending. Ignoring all reasons for Tara's death, and possible consequences.

Title: True Perfection

(Written from Willow's perspective)

Everything was perfect. My happiness was so intense, some of it bubbled out of me in a laugh. I watched you joke around, still unable to believe that you'd forgiven me and come back. The sunlight streamed through the window behind you, lighting up your hair like the halo you deserve. I twirled around to the music from the radio, laughing as I saw you dance behind me in the mirror.

We were back together, finally our jigsaw puzzle was complete. I felt the last part of my heart heal, as you kissed me halfway through my laugh. You stood back and smiled, a blush staining your cheeks as you looked me in the eyes, and I saw that you'd healed too. You'd completed my heart just as I'd sewn the last piece back onto yours. I smiled at you as you talked, feeling my world right itself.

Eventually, I had to take a step backwards to get to my wardrobe, but still I was unable to turn away from you. It felt like the minute I turned my back, you'd be whisked away again.

I sighed in relief, as I realized that the cardigan I wanted was still in Dawn's room.

I took your hand, and tugged you gently back into the hall. I couldn't stop staring at you as we entered Dawn's room. I felt like I was holding a cloud, at any moment you could drift away again.

You looked back into my eyes as if you knew my thoughts, and the love I saw there reassured me more than words ever could.

I leant across and kissed you, becoming lost to my surroundings.

All I could think was you're really mine.

Neither of us heard the window smash down the hallway. We were too lost in each other.