A/N: So, after getting reviews that were either frustrated with the first chapter, or reviews wanting to know what happens next, I decided to continue this story.

Willow swiped at her eyes, the tears having subsided long ago. She laid her head down on the bar, watching mournfully as Xander put away the last glass.

He walked over to her, eyeing her intently. "Will? You need me to walk you home? I just have to lock up here and we can go." Willow nodded. "Okay, give me just a second."

She watched as Xander bustled around, finally coming over to where she was sitting. "All done?"

"Yep. Everything locked up nice and tight. Got your coat? It's cold out there." Willow held up her coat, smiling weakly as Xander took it, gently putting it on her.

He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, leading her toward the door, "Come on, let's get you home."

The walk to the Summer's home was quiet. The only thing that could be heard was the sound of leaves crunching under Xander's feet.

He looked around. "So…nice tonight, huh Will? It's crystal clear; the moon's out and hey, not a vampire in sight. Makes for a good night, doesn't it?" No response. "Oh, so Anya and I are thinking of moving. Into the country. Lots of space to raise kids there."

"That's nice," Willow answered absently.

"Yeah. A big house, lots of farmland, room for a few demons or so…" He sighed. "Willow, there's something I need to tell you. I'm…uh…a fear demon."

Willow raised an eyebrow. "Huh?"

"Would you throw me a bone here? I'm trying to make small talk. You know, thought it might lighten the mood."

"The mood can't be lightened." Willow turned to face him as they reached the Summer's house. "She cheated on me Xander; how can I ever forgive that?"

"Shhh…" He pulled her into a hug. "It'll be alright. And hey, you don't have to go home tonight; you can stay with me and Anya if you like."

Willow smiled. "Thanks Xander." She turned to look at the house before turning back to him. "Well…here goes."

"Are you sure you don't need a room for the night? Because really, it's no trouble."

Willow sniffled, feeling the tears well up in her eyes again. "No. I-I have to do this. I have to know if it really was Buffy."

"Will—"

"No! I refused to believe it! I won't believe it!" Before Xander could say a word, Willow stormed off toward the house.

Xander looked up at the night sky before turning around and heading for his house. "If there is a God, please…let it not be true."

Willow stormed into the house, slamming the door behind her.

"Hey Willow!" Dawn bounded down the stairs, pausing at the look on Willow's face. "What's wrong? You look upset."

"Oh. It's nothing Dawnie. Really." Willow looked around. "Uh, where's Buffy?"

"Oh, she's in the kitchen getting ready for your date night."

"Thanks." Willow headed toward the kitchen, only to realize Dawn was following her. She turned around, eyeing her. "Uh Dawnie? Don't you have homework to do?"

"Just math. It's not anything special."

"Well…why don't you go do some of it? Better to get it done early. Besides…" she trailed off, her eyes landing on Buffy in the kitchen as the slayer set to lit candles on the table.

Dawn followed Willow's gaze. "Oh, I get it. Girlfriend stuff." She smirked. "You two want to be alone." She turned around, walking back upstairs, leaving Willow to herself.

Willow smiled wryly. "Well, that was easy." She turned back toward the kitchen, steeling herself for what she had to do.

"Happy Anniversary Willow!" Buffy met her at the door with a bottle of grape soda and a huge grin plastered on her face.

Willow choked back a sob. Their anniversary; she had forgotten all about it. She looked at Buffy as her eyes filled with tears. "Buffy, we need to talk."

A/N 2: Well readers, what do you think? Was it really Buffy Willow saw at the bar? Go to my profile page to vote; your votes will determine the outcome of this story. There should be one chapter left.