Disclaimer: Nope, I still don't own any characters. And nope, I still don't
get money, others do own them, and they're the ones who gets the money.
Pairing: I suppose it's W/T
Summary: Willow's thoughts on killing Warren and the lack of Tara. I miss Tara.
AN: Umm, this is the only thing that I have worth posting right now, so I'm posting. Especially since I've been fairly sucky at posting up beautiful, new chapters of In Chains, or bad, crappy chapters of In Chains. Either way, muse is still sitting on her ass. So when she finally gets up, you'll get your stuff. hehe, stuff. Oh, and if you review, be kind. This was the first fic that I ever wrote, which means there's a whole bunch of badness. But we can pretend that there is none, kay? Please? ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Breath
It was on my hands. On my arms, my legs, and the smell. I smell it everywhere, even in the grass, the flowers. I smell it, haunting me, refusing to leave me alone.
Not that I deserve for it to, to give me peace, to let me relax and sleep and finally, finally, let go of nightmares and just dream.
But dreams would lead me to hope. Hope that maybe, just maybe, I'll wake up in her arms and the sun would actually rise. But it won't. So that hope would lead me to pain, to so much pain, that I choke in the air that she once breathed.
The air that he breathed in. But I took that breath away from him, I did. I took his thoughts, his smiles, his frowns, his heartbeat. I took his life. And now his blood, his smell, is everywhere. Everywhere.
Some say that when taking a life, the scream is what they remember. Whether it's piercing though their body, or the silent one that lingers in their minds. I never heard his scream. I didn't want to, so I didn't. I had the power to refuse to believe that I was doing something wrong. So convinced my human mind with my in-human mind that what I was doing was fine, that I was doing the right thing. That I was doing it for her. For Tara.
So the scream, the final thing that he did, went unnoticed by me. And since I was powerful enough, what went unnoticed by me, didn't exist. So I never heard it, so I'll never remember it. But a scream had to be better than the smell, than ever growing smell. And the blood, it's always there. It doesn't fade, but it doesn't grow either. It's always there, just like he'll always be there, like she'll always be there.
Heaven and Hell were both given gifts from me. I loved her, so she was there, she was with me, making her life dangerous from the moment we touched hands. And him, I made him give up his life. I forced Destiny to take him out of their plans. Or maybe he's still part of them, because I can still see his blood.
Right here, on my fingertips, and hands, everywhere. And the smell, his smell, it's there. He's never going away. And I'll never get sleep. Peace. I know why.
After all, I took his breath.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ There ain't gonna be any more continuations. This was just a, 'hey, let me try this...' kind of story. feedback ain't necessary. I know it's weird.
Pairing: I suppose it's W/T
Summary: Willow's thoughts on killing Warren and the lack of Tara. I miss Tara.
AN: Umm, this is the only thing that I have worth posting right now, so I'm posting. Especially since I've been fairly sucky at posting up beautiful, new chapters of In Chains, or bad, crappy chapters of In Chains. Either way, muse is still sitting on her ass. So when she finally gets up, you'll get your stuff. hehe, stuff. Oh, and if you review, be kind. This was the first fic that I ever wrote, which means there's a whole bunch of badness. But we can pretend that there is none, kay? Please? ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Breath
It was on my hands. On my arms, my legs, and the smell. I smell it everywhere, even in the grass, the flowers. I smell it, haunting me, refusing to leave me alone.
Not that I deserve for it to, to give me peace, to let me relax and sleep and finally, finally, let go of nightmares and just dream.
But dreams would lead me to hope. Hope that maybe, just maybe, I'll wake up in her arms and the sun would actually rise. But it won't. So that hope would lead me to pain, to so much pain, that I choke in the air that she once breathed.
The air that he breathed in. But I took that breath away from him, I did. I took his thoughts, his smiles, his frowns, his heartbeat. I took his life. And now his blood, his smell, is everywhere. Everywhere.
Some say that when taking a life, the scream is what they remember. Whether it's piercing though their body, or the silent one that lingers in their minds. I never heard his scream. I didn't want to, so I didn't. I had the power to refuse to believe that I was doing something wrong. So convinced my human mind with my in-human mind that what I was doing was fine, that I was doing the right thing. That I was doing it for her. For Tara.
So the scream, the final thing that he did, went unnoticed by me. And since I was powerful enough, what went unnoticed by me, didn't exist. So I never heard it, so I'll never remember it. But a scream had to be better than the smell, than ever growing smell. And the blood, it's always there. It doesn't fade, but it doesn't grow either. It's always there, just like he'll always be there, like she'll always be there.
Heaven and Hell were both given gifts from me. I loved her, so she was there, she was with me, making her life dangerous from the moment we touched hands. And him, I made him give up his life. I forced Destiny to take him out of their plans. Or maybe he's still part of them, because I can still see his blood.
Right here, on my fingertips, and hands, everywhere. And the smell, his smell, it's there. He's never going away. And I'll never get sleep. Peace. I know why.
After all, I took his breath.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ There ain't gonna be any more continuations. This was just a, 'hey, let me try this...' kind of story. feedback ain't necessary. I know it's weird.