If I had the chance, love
I would
not hesitate
To
tell you all the things I never said before
Don't tell me it's too late
Sunnydale was gone, and so was he. Willow sat in her apartment in uptown L.A. wondering where he had gone. She couldn't stop thinking about him. He had left. Left her, left his life. She wished she knew where he was. He had told her something she never expected, and then he had left. She had felt the same, but had stopped herself from saying anything.
Cause I've relied on my illusions
To keep me warm at night
But
I denied in my capacity to love
I am willing, to give up this fight
Now all she wanted was to know where he had gone. She thought she was different, that she couldn't love him. But she could, with all her heart. She thought, she had loved him a long time ago, and that was over. But she was wrong, she could still love him. And now she had to find him. She had a good idea where to start.
I've been up all night drinking
To drown my sorrow down
Nothing
seems to help me since you went away
I'm so tired of this town
Where every tongue is
wagging
When every back is turned
Their telling secrets that should never be revealed
Willow walked into a musty club in downtown L.A. She walked over and sat at the bar. She ordered a drink, hoping it would help. It was almost dawn, and the drinks had still not taken affect over her. He had thought she turned him down, shot him down more like it. He was embarrassed and went away. She couldn't go after him. She felt bolted in place until it was to late.
There's nothing to be gained from this
But
disaster..
Here's
a good one..
Did you hear about my friend
He's embarrassed to be seen now
Because
we..
Oh no.
Be seen..
She knew he just wanted to get away. But, she always saw him. She could always find him, but today seamed harder. Willow put a few bills down on the bar, and walked out of the club. She headed down the dark street, thinking. She felt pain, sorrow. She wished she could find him. She wished she could see him. She wished she could tell him how she felt. And she still could.
Willow walked into the graveyard. If she was seen, she would be hunting, if not, she wouldn't. Willow kept walking until she got to a certain grave. She kneeled down beside it.
If I had the chance love
You know, I would
not hesitate
To
tell you all the things I never said before
Don't tell me it's too late
"Hey Xand." She muttered to the headstone, as a tear ran down her cheek. "I miss you." She whispered. "I wish you hadn't left. We could have saved you." She said. Willow looked away from the headstone. "We could have saved all of us." She muttered to herself. "But I'll see you again." She said, forcing a smile at the headstone. "I'm the only one." She said to herself. "You, you and Buffy. You both gave up and left me." She said. Willow wiped the tears from her cheeks. "But I can't fight anymore." She said, her voice cracking and laced with tear. "I'm tired of missing you." She said. Willow leaned forward and laid a kiss on the headstone. "But, I love you Xander. And I'll see you soon." She whispered before falling limp to the ground.
Cause I've relied on my illusions
To keep
me warm at night
But
I denied in my capacity to love
I am willing, to give up this fight
Oh, I
am willing
to give up this fight..
2 mouths later, three gravestone's sat in one circle. They read:
Buffy Anne Summers
1981-2003
Alexander Levelle Harris
1981-2003
Willow Anne Rosenberg
1981-2003
And all the tombstone read:
How could you just die?
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AN: I know it's depressing, but I wanted to write this songfic. R/R.