(A/N: This is a one-chapter fic, I'm not continuing it after this, just so
you know.)
Willow Rosenberg exited the British airport, feeling a bit nervous about being in a foreign country. She had only taken one large bag, even though she planned to stay in England for a while. Inside she knew that finding herself may not be in England, and she had no idea when she was going to return and would she go somewhere else? In her jacket pocket was a crumpled piece of paper that Giles' phone number was scrawled messily on, in case Willow couldn't find a place to stay.
She shivered outside, hugging herself and looking around the grey rainy setting of a London road. Her auburn hair fluttered in the wind as she looked around, no intent of moving, it seemed. The gloomy road was nothing compared to what was going on inside the redheaded witch. Inside, her heart felt like an iron hand was squeezing it, causing a tense pain and slowing down its beats. Tara had died, and Willow's world crumbled. She had told Buffy her trip to England was a soul searching one, but really, she wanted to get away from her life, away from the vampire infested Hellmouth she grew up on. One too many painful memories lay there, and she had enough of it all. Had enough…
Willow suddenly became away of the icy tears flowing down her cheeks, and she quickly wiped them away, and shook her head, as if to shake off her thoughts. A taxi stopped out front of the airport, and she walked over, opening the boot to put her luggage in and closed it. She sat down in the passenger seat and asked for the nearest hotel, handing over a few British dollars she had exchanged for American ones.
As the taxi started to drive, she put a hand on the glass window as the raindrops fell, like her tears that had begun again. Deep down, she knew, like the rain falling outside, they would never stop…
Willow Rosenberg exited the British airport, feeling a bit nervous about being in a foreign country. She had only taken one large bag, even though she planned to stay in England for a while. Inside she knew that finding herself may not be in England, and she had no idea when she was going to return and would she go somewhere else? In her jacket pocket was a crumpled piece of paper that Giles' phone number was scrawled messily on, in case Willow couldn't find a place to stay.
She shivered outside, hugging herself and looking around the grey rainy setting of a London road. Her auburn hair fluttered in the wind as she looked around, no intent of moving, it seemed. The gloomy road was nothing compared to what was going on inside the redheaded witch. Inside, her heart felt like an iron hand was squeezing it, causing a tense pain and slowing down its beats. Tara had died, and Willow's world crumbled. She had told Buffy her trip to England was a soul searching one, but really, she wanted to get away from her life, away from the vampire infested Hellmouth she grew up on. One too many painful memories lay there, and she had enough of it all. Had enough…
Willow suddenly became away of the icy tears flowing down her cheeks, and she quickly wiped them away, and shook her head, as if to shake off her thoughts. A taxi stopped out front of the airport, and she walked over, opening the boot to put her luggage in and closed it. She sat down in the passenger seat and asked for the nearest hotel, handing over a few British dollars she had exchanged for American ones.
As the taxi started to drive, she put a hand on the glass window as the raindrops fell, like her tears that had begun again. Deep down, she knew, like the rain falling outside, they would never stop…