Tara watched the red-headed woman sleeping on her bed. The two had done spells almost all night together. They'd both fallen asleep. Tara had awaken at about four and had managed to get Willow in bed. She had decided to sleep in the chair. Watching her sleep brought some feelings that Tara hadn't ever felt before. It was like there was this connection. She remembered the electric shock she had felt when they had shook hands. 'Could it be that we both are witches and have power flowing through us? Or, could it be that this woman is the one. The one that I was meant to find."
Tara almost jumped at the sound of Willow stretching. The red-head smiled sleepily at her. "Morning."
"Morning," Tara replied.
Willow jumped up suddenly. "Where am I? Who are you? What's going on?" Tara's face took on a look of hurt. Willow's breathing slowed. She smiled. "Sorry. I do remember. It's.." Willow sighed. "It's just that it's been so long since I had any real contact with anyone. Some things happened a little while ago, and, let's just say I haven't really been a big people person."
Tara smiled back. "I-it's all right. I can understand. Things happened in my life, too. Y-you're the first person I've had in my room."
"Oh." Willow stood and stretched. "It feels really nice to actually have someone to talk to. The only other person I have any contact with is a fifteen year old." Tara gave her a curious look. "Sorta a family friend." Willow looked around the room. "You stay here by yourself?"
Tara nodded. "I was lucky. Do you have a roommate?"
"Used to. But something happened and her family had to come and get her. Cathy was really nice." Willow smiled. "A little too nice."
Tara laughed at the comment. "S-she got on your nerves?" Willow nodded. "For some reason, people do that."
Willow looked at the clock. "Wow! I didn't realize it was that late." She gathered her books and her coat. "My psychology class starts in ten minutes. I gotta get going." Willow quickly made her way to the door. Before leaving, she turned back to Tara. "Listen, I don't have any plans tonight. Heck, I never have plans. But if you want, we could get together again. Since tomorrow is Saturday, I don't have any classes. We could, if you want, spend tomorrow together as well."
Tara's face beamed. "I-I'd like that very much. I've already learned a few things from you. Maybe we can learn some more."
"I'd really like that. See you tonight, after supper?" Tara nodded in response.
Willow walked down the hallway. She would have to hurry to get to class. And Professor Walsh hated anyone that was tardy. Suddenly, it didn't seem to matter. There was this relief flowing through her. The last six months had felt like something pressing down on her. Losing so many people that she loved nearly killed her. But she had managed to survive. Something inside was changing. She couldn't quite put her finger on it.
A smile crept across her face. 'I think I know what it is. I think I'm starting to live again."