Test
The couch felt different as she sat down. It had seen new occupants since the house had become a haven. She'd been back just long enough to settle in before they'd come, before she had come.
"You're all contemplatey."
"I think I'm being tested."
"What do you mean?'
"Kennedy…she's…kind of…intense. I think she likes me."
"Maybe that's good?"
"I don't want to move on, Buffy. I'm not ready. If I just…keep being alone…then I'm not forgetting her. I'm not losing Tara."
"You won't lose Tara by moving on, Will."
"It's a test. I have to be strong for her."