Title: More Than My Other Half or Cemtery 2 (for convenience sake)
Disclaimer: All characters belong to others who are not me…Joss Whedon,
Mutant Enemy, etc. Please don't sue.
Notes: A companion piece to "Cemetery". It came out of nowhere, flowing from
the ether through my fingers and onto the screen.
Dedicated: To my beta readers. Jess, Roch, Sha. I love and miss you guys!
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It is the realisation that hurts the most. When the vision finally becomes reality and the pain overwhelms and swallows. It was this overwhelming pain that made Willow drop to her knees and hold Xander's crumpled, lifeless body. It was this pain that made her oblivious to the blood that covered him as she held her cheek to his and let the tears flow.
It wasn't just pain caused by the knowledge of everything that they would never have in the future, ut also pain for everything they had never had in the past. He would never hear her say that she loved him: more than Oz, more than Tara, even more than Buffy. He would never hear her say that she loved him in a way that made her incapable of living without him. He would never know that right now she could hardly breathe because of the pain. Hardly think because of the overwhelming sense of loss that racked through her body.
Xander would never know that she had only been an extention of him,only
alive because he had lived. He would never know that she had only been
Willow because he had been Xander. That she had only been Willow,because she was Willow, Xander's best friend. She looked downnow at the crumpled figure and realised that it wasn't Xander anymore, that Xander, the Xander that she had known, only existed now in her mind. And she placed him back where he lay. She leant down and the tears dripped down her face, tears borne of a sorrow deep and all encompassing. A sorrow that left the rest of the world only a blur around the edges of her agony. A backdrop to her moment of realisation.
As she kissed him on his forehead she choked on the tears and scrambled to stand. Struggled to move away from the object of her pain.She stood realising that the still figure couldn't help her now and she didn't look back as she turned and walked away. For it was only the used and
discarded physical body of her other half. But even as she thoughtthat, she realised he hadn't been her other half. Realised he had been far more. She knew there wasn't half of her left, she knew there wasn't anything left. Knew that she too, was now dead.
Xander died alone and scared in a cemetery. Willow found him there. But she wasn't alone or scared. He was a crumpled monument to the love of her life and when the realisation came that he had died, she had nothing left to fear. For in that moment she died with him. Her life, her love, her future and her past left behind with the bloody figure. She too died in the cemetery, but she was glad to die there. Glad to die with her love, glad to die with her soulmate.
She didn't even realise that it was a cemtery in which she died, because it didn't matter. Xander was dead and so, therefore, was she.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to others who are not me…Joss Whedon,
Mutant Enemy, etc. Please don't sue.
Notes: A companion piece to "Cemetery". It came out of nowhere, flowing from
the ether through my fingers and onto the screen.
Dedicated: To my beta readers. Jess, Roch, Sha. I love and miss you guys!
*******
It is the realisation that hurts the most. When the vision finally becomes reality and the pain overwhelms and swallows. It was this overwhelming pain that made Willow drop to her knees and hold Xander's crumpled, lifeless body. It was this pain that made her oblivious to the blood that covered him as she held her cheek to his and let the tears flow.
It wasn't just pain caused by the knowledge of everything that they would never have in the future, ut also pain for everything they had never had in the past. He would never hear her say that she loved him: more than Oz, more than Tara, even more than Buffy. He would never hear her say that she loved him in a way that made her incapable of living without him. He would never know that right now she could hardly breathe because of the pain. Hardly think because of the overwhelming sense of loss that racked through her body.
Xander would never know that she had only been an extention of him,only
alive because he had lived. He would never know that she had only been
Willow because he had been Xander. That she had only been Willow,because she was Willow, Xander's best friend. She looked downnow at the crumpled figure and realised that it wasn't Xander anymore, that Xander, the Xander that she had known, only existed now in her mind. And she placed him back where he lay. She leant down and the tears dripped down her face, tears borne of a sorrow deep and all encompassing. A sorrow that left the rest of the world only a blur around the edges of her agony. A backdrop to her moment of realisation.
As she kissed him on his forehead she choked on the tears and scrambled to stand. Struggled to move away from the object of her pain.She stood realising that the still figure couldn't help her now and she didn't look back as she turned and walked away. For it was only the used and
discarded physical body of her other half. But even as she thoughtthat, she realised he hadn't been her other half. Realised he had been far more. She knew there wasn't half of her left, she knew there wasn't anything left. Knew that she too, was now dead.
Xander died alone and scared in a cemetery. Willow found him there. But she wasn't alone or scared. He was a crumpled monument to the love of her life and when the realisation came that he had died, she had nothing left to fear. For in that moment she died with him. Her life, her love, her future and her past left behind with the bloody figure. She too died in the cemetery, but she was glad to die there. Glad to die with her love, glad to die with her soulmate.
She didn't even realise that it was a cemtery in which she died, because it didn't matter. Xander was dead and so, therefore, was she.