disclaimer: I don't own Buffy, and if I did Tara would still be alive, but I don't so I write this.

A/n: Take's place in the Bronze, Willow's pov


Prolouge


My friends are out there, dancing, they think I'm better, of course, they're sympathetic, but they don't undersand.

As they slowly move away, I sneak off to a secluded corner. I have no one to dance with. I'm all alone.

They think I'm better, but I'm not. I won't get better, Tara's dead. Dead.

Xander made me see, he made me aware, I still have people who love me, but not like she did.

Over the last few days I've relized, I can't live without Tara. Tara's my only love, Tara has kept me alive. We intertwined our life forces, unknowingly. Now she's dead, I should be to...