I Will Always Find You
L.A. was bustling. The whole city was alive, taxis, motorbikes, trucks, and people. Going about their daily lives. Willow Rosenberg strode down the street, slowly, arms folded. Six years had passed since Sunnydale's destruction at the hands of Spike. Xander was alone. Buffy had no-one. Spike was dead, as was Anya. Faith had Robin. Kennedy was dead. After her first death, a demon had got the better of her. Willow had had enough. She had had enough of life, death, vampires, demons, monsters and even magic. She was trying to move on. To forget. Not that she ever would. She had memories from Sunnydale. The Library, the Bronze, The Magic Box. Memories of people, her friends. Tara.
Willow entered her apartment building and called the elevator. It came; an old man staggered out. Willow smiled at him and let him pass.
"Thank you, child" he said.
Willow grinned. She stepped into the small box and pressed for the third floor.
I will always find you…
Willow span round. She had heard a voice, whispering.
"What?" she gasped.
She turned to find she was looking at herself. The mirror showed a beautiful girl with flaming red hair. Willow smiled and shook her head.
"I must be out of my mind" she muttered.
The elevator door had opened. A woman stepped in.
"No." she said, "You're not"
Willow stared at the woman's reflection.
"It can't be" she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes.
"I will always find you"
Suddenly, they were kissing, for what seemed like an eternity.
"I love you, Willow"
"I love you. Tara"