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"these are the days that are split down the middle
no words to calm me down
be sure that what you dream of
won't come to hunt you out" - Bush, "Head Full of Ghosts"
Stupid, going to stop me by declaring your undying love? A little late, aren't you? You couldn't tell Willow this years ago when she... I pined for you? When I thought the sun rose and set upon you? When a look or a smile from you meant everything? Idiot!
*I fall down, wincing from the blow. Aaaghhh, ok, heard something go crack, bad sign. Probably a couple of ribs.*
I hurt him. I hurt Xander, my best friend. No, pathetic Willowy thoughts, go away, junkie. Go cry in your corner some more, it'll be over soon. I start again.
*Gotta get up. ...Did it. Please, Willow, I know you're not like this. Maybe I can't stop you, but I have to be here. I have to know that it's still you. My Willow. The little girl who was so smart, and so serious. The girl I had to get to smile, to laugh.*
Dammit, shut the hell up already! Don't call me that name. I'm not that sad little girl anymore. Why are you wasting your time like this? Nobody can stop, especially you, the fool.
*Please listen me Willow. Just stop and listen. Maybe if I can remind her of that little girl, that beautiful little girl that I loved, and wanted to protect. The girl who had grown into the woman I love. My best friend, you're so important to me. Why are you doing this? Willow?*
I told you to shut up, and don't ever call me that. That's not me, not me! Willow was a loser, a stupid little girl who could never be loved, never be understood. Had to hide. Use magick to pretend she was strong. And the only one she didn't have to pretend to is dead. Nothing else matters. Not even life.
*Please, listen to me. Love you. Don't do this.*
Shut up. Stop it! Don't make me hurt you. Please.
*Please listen, love you, please. Stop this.*
No, stop. Please. Don't. Don't say that.
*Please, love*
Don't. Please.
*I love you, Willow. Come back to us, come back to me.*
Please stop. Can't come back. I'm not Willow....
I'm scared.
Oh God, I can barely look at him through the tears, and he's putting his arms around me anyway, still saying those words. Those words that I didn't want to hear. The words I had wanted to hear for years from his lips. Why? How can you after what I did to you? What I did to everybody? What I almost did. Why?
"So tear me open and pour me out
There's things inside that scream and shout
And the pain still hates me
So hold me until it sleeps" - Metallica, "Until It Sleeps"
"these are the days that are split down the middle
no words to calm me down
be sure that what you dream of
won't come to hunt you out" - Bush, "Head Full of Ghosts"
Stupid, going to stop me by declaring your undying love? A little late, aren't you? You couldn't tell Willow this years ago when she... I pined for you? When I thought the sun rose and set upon you? When a look or a smile from you meant everything? Idiot!
*I fall down, wincing from the blow. Aaaghhh, ok, heard something go crack, bad sign. Probably a couple of ribs.*
I hurt him. I hurt Xander, my best friend. No, pathetic Willowy thoughts, go away, junkie. Go cry in your corner some more, it'll be over soon. I start again.
*Gotta get up. ...Did it. Please, Willow, I know you're not like this. Maybe I can't stop you, but I have to be here. I have to know that it's still you. My Willow. The little girl who was so smart, and so serious. The girl I had to get to smile, to laugh.*
Dammit, shut the hell up already! Don't call me that name. I'm not that sad little girl anymore. Why are you wasting your time like this? Nobody can stop, especially you, the fool.
*Please listen me Willow. Just stop and listen. Maybe if I can remind her of that little girl, that beautiful little girl that I loved, and wanted to protect. The girl who had grown into the woman I love. My best friend, you're so important to me. Why are you doing this? Willow?*
I told you to shut up, and don't ever call me that. That's not me, not me! Willow was a loser, a stupid little girl who could never be loved, never be understood. Had to hide. Use magick to pretend she was strong. And the only one she didn't have to pretend to is dead. Nothing else matters. Not even life.
*Please, listen to me. Love you. Don't do this.*
Shut up. Stop it! Don't make me hurt you. Please.
*Please listen, love you, please. Stop this.*
No, stop. Please. Don't. Don't say that.
*Please, love*
Don't. Please.
*I love you, Willow. Come back to us, come back to me.*
Please stop. Can't come back. I'm not Willow....
I'm scared.
Oh God, I can barely look at him through the tears, and he's putting his arms around me anyway, still saying those words. Those words that I didn't want to hear. The words I had wanted to hear for years from his lips. Why? How can you after what I did to you? What I did to everybody? What I almost did. Why?
"So tear me open and pour me out
There's things inside that scream and shout
And the pain still hates me
So hold me until it sleeps" - Metallica, "Until It Sleeps"
