Love is Stronger Than Death
She was her everything. Nothing could ever change that. Not even death.
Willow looked out the window, and saw her own tear stained face, reflected from the glass. Ever since Tara had died last year, everything had been different. Nothing had made Willow happy.
Willlow could still hear Tara's last words to her, over and over again in her mind. "Your shirt." She'd proven that she'd cared more about Willow than her own life.
And as Willow stared out the window, she realized her still broken heart might never truly heal, but as long she remembered that Tara loved her, she thought that– no, she knew that, her heart would start to mend. Willow always felt what Tara felt, she knew that for sure. And since Tara had died happy, in Willow's arms, Willow knew she would, too.
A/N: I wrote this in like two minutes. It's very short, but I liked it. If you didn't, thank you for giving it a try. If you did, you are more than welcome to review it.
Either way, thank you for reading, and have a nice day. : )
