Something to remember me by...
She's leaving now, and she's not coming back. It hurts her so much, the pain inside is tearing her apart, but she knows it's right, so she determinedly carries the boxes downstairs, and out of the door. She has to close her eyes when she walks past the bathroom, because she knows that you are in there. She can feel the anguish and the suffering that's radiating from you, and she has to fight to stop herself from running to you. Telling you it's all right. That she loves you too much to part from you. But that doesn't happen. She closes her eyes, and keeps walking. Out of the door, out of your life.
And how could you let it come to this? How could you have hurt her so much that she feels she has to cut herself off from you because she loves you? You let the magic take control of you, and come between a couple that not even a god could keep apart. You tampered with her brain, Willow. You messed with her mind, and it all went wrong. Surely you should have known better? You knew how much she treasured her control over her mind. She went through a lot. Glory took away her mind, temporarily, and she was never going to let that happen again. But she never thought that you would be the one to cause her such grief. The one she trusted above all others. Her true love, her soul mate. Her demise.
And so she's leaving. She's going now. And all out of love for you. She doesn't want to leave you; her heart is exploding too. And it is because she loves you that she's doing it. She knows that nothing else will make you come to your senses. You weep into your hands, but there's nothing you can do. No amount of pleading will work this time. You know yourself that you've gone too far now, so you have to pay the price.
She picks up the final box, and looks around her for the final time. Her heart breaking, she breathes in her last breathe of you. Tears are threatening to cloud her vision, but she wants to be able to see clearly, to imprint every detail of the room where she has experienced such happiness to her memory. Then, in a moment of weakness, in a desperate attempt to reach you, she puts out her hand. There is a wisp of amber smoke, and then a flower appears on the windowsill. It is your favourite flower, she knows. She wants you to see the flower, and think of her. She wants to show that she cares. That she still loves you, and always will. The innocent flower lies docilely near the open window, unaware of the meaning hidden inside.
Finally letting the tears flow unchecked, Tara turns and leaves the room, then the house, then the street.
You stay in the bathroom for an age. You can't bear to enter that room, which you know will be empty. And it will stay empty, forever. And you have no one to blame but yourself.
The flower still sits on the sill, quietly waiting. Then, a sudden breath of wind, and it is whisked out of the window, as silently as it came. It might as well have never been there. You continue to weep by yourself. Unaware that your last memento of the one you love just left your life before you even knew that it was there.
a flower
By the window
Swept away on the breeze before she sees it.
One last token of someone's love
and trust.
Floating into the future.
She's leaving now, and she's not coming back. It hurts her so much, the pain inside is tearing her apart, but she knows it's right, so she determinedly carries the boxes downstairs, and out of the door. She has to close her eyes when she walks past the bathroom, because she knows that you are in there. She can feel the anguish and the suffering that's radiating from you, and she has to fight to stop herself from running to you. Telling you it's all right. That she loves you too much to part from you. But that doesn't happen. She closes her eyes, and keeps walking. Out of the door, out of your life.
And how could you let it come to this? How could you have hurt her so much that she feels she has to cut herself off from you because she loves you? You let the magic take control of you, and come between a couple that not even a god could keep apart. You tampered with her brain, Willow. You messed with her mind, and it all went wrong. Surely you should have known better? You knew how much she treasured her control over her mind. She went through a lot. Glory took away her mind, temporarily, and she was never going to let that happen again. But she never thought that you would be the one to cause her such grief. The one she trusted above all others. Her true love, her soul mate. Her demise.
And so she's leaving. She's going now. And all out of love for you. She doesn't want to leave you; her heart is exploding too. And it is because she loves you that she's doing it. She knows that nothing else will make you come to your senses. You weep into your hands, but there's nothing you can do. No amount of pleading will work this time. You know yourself that you've gone too far now, so you have to pay the price.
She picks up the final box, and looks around her for the final time. Her heart breaking, she breathes in her last breathe of you. Tears are threatening to cloud her vision, but she wants to be able to see clearly, to imprint every detail of the room where she has experienced such happiness to her memory. Then, in a moment of weakness, in a desperate attempt to reach you, she puts out her hand. There is a wisp of amber smoke, and then a flower appears on the windowsill. It is your favourite flower, she knows. She wants you to see the flower, and think of her. She wants to show that she cares. That she still loves you, and always will. The innocent flower lies docilely near the open window, unaware of the meaning hidden inside.
Finally letting the tears flow unchecked, Tara turns and leaves the room, then the house, then the street.
You stay in the bathroom for an age. You can't bear to enter that room, which you know will be empty. And it will stay empty, forever. And you have no one to blame but yourself.
The flower still sits on the sill, quietly waiting. Then, a sudden breath of wind, and it is whisked out of the window, as silently as it came. It might as well have never been there. You continue to weep by yourself. Unaware that your last memento of the one you love just left your life before you even knew that it was there.
a flower
By the window
Swept away on the breeze before she sees it.
One last token of someone's love
and trust.
Floating into the future.