She wanted to stay here in England forever, Willow thought. She surveyed the beautiful, blue sky and the smooth, green grass beneath the horses' hooves as she rode next to Giles. Even now, with her feet several feet off of the ground, she could feel the magic all around them. It breathed in the animals. It caressed her upturned face in the cool breeze.
It sang to her, and she knew, in her heart, that this was where she wanted to be for the rest of her life. This was the place she wanted to call home. She looked into Giles' eyes as they dismounted underneath an ancient, oak tree. "I don't want to go," she said. He didn't speak, but his gaze answered her solemnly and truthfully: He didn't want her to go, but they both knew she must.
The End
