Title: On the Sea
Author: Mana - Anislayerx@aol.com
Summary: Willow has wanted Oz back, and Oz has always wanted Willow to be
happy. But what if Willow is happier without him?
Rating: PG-13
Feedback: Feedback much appreciated.
Disclaimer: Willow and Oz belong to each other.
Named for ANOTHER Vertical Horizon song, On the Sea. You can look up stones and their meanings here:
http://www.brightnewdawn.com/private/crystal_cavern.htm
Dedication: "Now is no that time, I guess." To Oz and Willow.
Distribution: OZMIA, go ahead. Anyone else, ask first.
Author's Notes: If anyone has ANY Oz angst stories, send them my way. My site is in need of more Oz angst stories at
http://www.angelfire.com/tv/onceinbluemoon/index.html
~*Part 1*~
Thoughts in * *.
November 14, 1999
Willow stood in her boyfriend's room, leaning against the wall, crying. Outside she could hear his van's engine start, then cut off. She had a renewal of hope, and she held in her crying and sorrow for the hope that he was coming back. Her world exploded when she realized he really was leaving, when the van started again, and she could hear it leaving down the road.
She slowly took a look around his room. Everything reminded her of him, and events they had shared. Pictures of when they had gone to the beach with Cordelia and Xander almost a year ago. A ticket from their first date to the movies. A guitar pick.
She had to escape she had to get out of there. Too many memories were exploding in her head, and pain came with them. She fell to her knees crying on his bed. She took a deep breath, and inhaled the scent of Oz. It just made her cry harder. Willow quickly got up and ran, she opened the door and ran down the stairs. She had to get out of there. A thought replayed over and over in her head. *I love him, and now he's gone. I love him and now he's gone. I love him and now he's gone...*
~~~~~~
December 11, 1999
Oz sat on a bench and finished off his lunch for the day. He threw the rest in the garbage can. He wasn't very hungry. It was two weeks before Christmas, and instead of being with Willow, he was in Tibet. Even though he wasn't with her physically, his mind was all Willow. All his thoughts today had been going to Willow.
Oz walked down the street of the market place. He eyed the little stores, and stopped at a stand with beautiful hand woven fabric. *Willow would love that.* He pointed and asked the woman 'how much', and was surprised when she answered in broken English. She gave an outrageous price, and Oz shook his head.
He started to turn around, when the woman grabbed his arm. "Trade?" She asked.
Oz stopped. "For what?"
"Record? Like this?" She pointed to an old rock and roll record.
Oz smiled. "Sure. I'll be back later." The woman nodded. *I knew that Radiohead record would come in handy.*
Oz continued down the road taking in the different products in the market. It had been almost two weeks since he had settled in, and sent for his stuff from Devon. He hoped Willow was doing okay, and he hadn't hurt her more when his stuff suddenly disappeared.
A voice interrupted his thoughts as he continued walking along. "Sir?" He turned to see a woman behind a table of herbs and a fire. "Burn an herb for a friend, relative?"
Oz shook his head. "No, thank you." He turned around and continued walking.
"For a girlfriend far away?"
Oz stopped in midstep and turned around and walked up to the table. The woman smiled warmly and mischievously. "My name is Aradia."
"How much?"
"For you? Free." Oz couldn't believe it. "What do you want for your lady friend? Love?"
Oz said the first thing that came to mind. "Happiness. I just want her to be happy."
The woman nodded. She handed him an herb. "Cypress." Then she handed him a stone. "Bloodstone, you keep, after throw herb into fire." (Author's Note: Cypress is for happiness, or peace. But bloodstone isn't. So, what is it for then? Look it up. Link to look it up, available in disclaimer above. Pay attention to 5th paragraph.)
She grabbed his hand and covered it with hers. "Close your eyes." Oz looked into her eyes and swore he saw stars of knowledge in them. He slowly closed them. "Now see her face." Oz imagined Willow and all his love for her. "Now open eyes and throw herb into fire."
Oz tossed the herb, and it landed right in the middle. A puff of yellow smoke exploded out. Everyone in the market place turned to look, and then hid away. Oz looked back at the woman, Aradia, and she was gone.
******
Elsewhere, in Sunnydale, Willow sits on the floor of a soda room. Tara grabs Willow's hand and they interlock fingers. The soda machine spins and blocks the door. They look into each other's eyes. Willow has a feeling. A feeling she had missed since Oz left.
~~~~~~
March 20, 2000
Oz started the car and drove, trying to get as far away as he could. He looked at the bloodstone still on his dashboard from the day he got it. He couldn't bear to look at it. Willow was happy, it had done what he wanted. He stared through the car window at the road in front of him. All he saw was the world like paintings, just images going by. A tear rolled down his cheek. A tear of loneliness and abandonment. She wanted someone else. And at that moment he realized two things were true still. He still
wanted her to be happy. But he needed her. Nothing else mattered.
Author: Mana - Anislayerx@aol.com
Summary: Willow has wanted Oz back, and Oz has always wanted Willow to be
happy. But what if Willow is happier without him?
Rating: PG-13
Feedback: Feedback much appreciated.
Disclaimer: Willow and Oz belong to each other.
Named for ANOTHER Vertical Horizon song, On the Sea. You can look up stones and their meanings here:
http://www.brightnewdawn.com/private/crystal_cavern.htm
Dedication: "Now is no that time, I guess." To Oz and Willow.
Distribution: OZMIA, go ahead. Anyone else, ask first.
Author's Notes: If anyone has ANY Oz angst stories, send them my way. My site is in need of more Oz angst stories at
http://www.angelfire.com/tv/onceinbluemoon/index.html
~*Part 1*~
Thoughts in * *.
November 14, 1999
Willow stood in her boyfriend's room, leaning against the wall, crying. Outside she could hear his van's engine start, then cut off. She had a renewal of hope, and she held in her crying and sorrow for the hope that he was coming back. Her world exploded when she realized he really was leaving, when the van started again, and she could hear it leaving down the road.
She slowly took a look around his room. Everything reminded her of him, and events they had shared. Pictures of when they had gone to the beach with Cordelia and Xander almost a year ago. A ticket from their first date to the movies. A guitar pick.
She had to escape she had to get out of there. Too many memories were exploding in her head, and pain came with them. She fell to her knees crying on his bed. She took a deep breath, and inhaled the scent of Oz. It just made her cry harder. Willow quickly got up and ran, she opened the door and ran down the stairs. She had to get out of there. A thought replayed over and over in her head. *I love him, and now he's gone. I love him and now he's gone. I love him and now he's gone...*
~~~~~~
December 11, 1999
Oz sat on a bench and finished off his lunch for the day. He threw the rest in the garbage can. He wasn't very hungry. It was two weeks before Christmas, and instead of being with Willow, he was in Tibet. Even though he wasn't with her physically, his mind was all Willow. All his thoughts today had been going to Willow.
Oz walked down the street of the market place. He eyed the little stores, and stopped at a stand with beautiful hand woven fabric. *Willow would love that.* He pointed and asked the woman 'how much', and was surprised when she answered in broken English. She gave an outrageous price, and Oz shook his head.
He started to turn around, when the woman grabbed his arm. "Trade?" She asked.
Oz stopped. "For what?"
"Record? Like this?" She pointed to an old rock and roll record.
Oz smiled. "Sure. I'll be back later." The woman nodded. *I knew that Radiohead record would come in handy.*
Oz continued down the road taking in the different products in the market. It had been almost two weeks since he had settled in, and sent for his stuff from Devon. He hoped Willow was doing okay, and he hadn't hurt her more when his stuff suddenly disappeared.
A voice interrupted his thoughts as he continued walking along. "Sir?" He turned to see a woman behind a table of herbs and a fire. "Burn an herb for a friend, relative?"
Oz shook his head. "No, thank you." He turned around and continued walking.
"For a girlfriend far away?"
Oz stopped in midstep and turned around and walked up to the table. The woman smiled warmly and mischievously. "My name is Aradia."
"How much?"
"For you? Free." Oz couldn't believe it. "What do you want for your lady friend? Love?"
Oz said the first thing that came to mind. "Happiness. I just want her to be happy."
The woman nodded. She handed him an herb. "Cypress." Then she handed him a stone. "Bloodstone, you keep, after throw herb into fire." (Author's Note: Cypress is for happiness, or peace. But bloodstone isn't. So, what is it for then? Look it up. Link to look it up, available in disclaimer above. Pay attention to 5th paragraph.)
She grabbed his hand and covered it with hers. "Close your eyes." Oz looked into her eyes and swore he saw stars of knowledge in them. He slowly closed them. "Now see her face." Oz imagined Willow and all his love for her. "Now open eyes and throw herb into fire."
Oz tossed the herb, and it landed right in the middle. A puff of yellow smoke exploded out. Everyone in the market place turned to look, and then hid away. Oz looked back at the woman, Aradia, and she was gone.
******
Elsewhere, in Sunnydale, Willow sits on the floor of a soda room. Tara grabs Willow's hand and they interlock fingers. The soda machine spins and blocks the door. They look into each other's eyes. Willow has a feeling. A feeling she had missed since Oz left.
~~~~~~
March 20, 2000
Oz started the car and drove, trying to get as far away as he could. He looked at the bloodstone still on his dashboard from the day he got it. He couldn't bear to look at it. Willow was happy, it had done what he wanted. He stared through the car window at the road in front of him. All he saw was the world like paintings, just images going by. A tear rolled down his cheek. A tear of loneliness and abandonment. She wanted someone else. And at that moment he realized two things were true still. He still
wanted her to be happy. But he needed her. Nothing else mattered.
