A/N: Hello, once again, faithful fans (or lack thereof). Here's part 2 to my song fic series.
Hopefully this is easy to understand. The song I'm using for it is "Somedays" by JackSoul. It will start just a couple days before the last one ended.
There's the same angst warning. Mostly, the only difference is we're dealing with Willow's point of view.
Now, with all that said, on to the story.
Spoilers: A few things after "Tabula Rasa". Most notably "Wrecked" and "Older And Far Away", though nothing that gives away a serious plot line.
Disclaimer: I don't think Joss et al. is dumb enough to waste his time on some lowly creature having fun with his world that he so obviously messed up, so I'm not going to say anything to save me from that. However, because I respect the owners of the site, I'd just like to mention that I got a lot of the information for my stories from www.buffyworld.com/. Thank you guys for your wonderful transcripts, even if the fight descriptions suck! :)
Summary: Willow attempts to goes on with life, but a sudden phone call could change everything.
Legend: Song lyrics will be in bold, while thoughts will be in italics. Hope that's simple enough.
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I'm out of love,
I'm out of tears.
Small wonder after three long years.
Monday mornings were always terrible. Willow Rosenberg knew that. Today, she found herself struggling to wake up. She knew she had to, though. She had her job to get to, plus Buffy had called a meeting that morning. Somehow, all of them were still alive and well, and even Anya had rejoined the group, although her relationship with Xander was rocky, to say the least.
As Willow climbed out of bed, her eyes wandered, and caught the calendar seemingly on their own will. It was November 13th. That made it three years alone. Three years since Tara had moved out, and seemingly disappeared.
Stopped waiting by the phone,
For you to call.
And somedays I don't even think of you at all.
Despite her best efforts, Willow began to cry. The day before had been so great. She even for once came home and just went to bed. She never checked the answering machine for messages like she normally did. She didn't even notice that she never thought about Tara the whole day. Sighing, Willow made her way slowly to the shower, and got ready for a long day.
I do my work,
Come home to bed.
Just trying to put my life together again.
Slouching into her house later that night, Willow went straight into the kitchen. Picking a can of soda out of the fridge, she opened it up and greedily drank it. It had been a tough day, perhaps the toughest since...Well, she didn't want to think about that anymore. Everything seemed to make her do just that, though.
She didn't get her morning coffee because she remembered how they'd always go through that routine before college classes began. She had trouble keeping herself composed when she reached the laptop computer she used because it reminded her of the time Tara asked her to teach her to make "'money, money, money' out of 'money' like Anya said." For a moment it had made her smile at the memory, but then the pain sunk in like always, and she had to strain to keep the tears back.
It had been three years, and she still hadn't moved on. She thought the past few weeks that she was getting better, and then a day like this quickly sent her back to square one. Everyone told her all it took was time, but she didn't believe that anymore. It only took one thing, and she was fairly certain she wasn't coming back.
Been hanging with my friends,
We drink until we fall.
Shaking herself out of her reverie, Willow noticed that the light on her answering machine was flashing. Rushing over and holding her breath, Willow noticed there was one message and pressed the 'play' button. She listened intently as the message began.
"Hey, Willow. It's me," came the voice. Sighing, Willow couldn't help her disappointment. "There's a party at the Bronze tonight that the rest of us are throwing. I'm sure you wouldn't mind joining the group for a little R & R."
As the beep signaled the end of the message, Willow allowed a little grin to reach her face. Betty and the gang had actually been her 'flock' as it were. After Tara left, Willow had found herself off the deep end, and didn't find her way back until Dawn and herself got into a traffic accident. Afterwards, Willow had decided to cold-turkey the magic, but after about 100 days free, she found out the hard way that it wasn't the best idea.
When Dawn made a wish that got the gang trapped in the Summers' house. After a number of attempts, Willow was finally pressured by Anya and Xander to cast a spell to help them out. Willow was a little afraid, and those fears proved to be justified. She ended up only able to get herself out, but that caused a bigger problem.
The magic had seemingly taken over Willow, and she couldn't stop it. She ended up destroying a block of the town, and only the help of Giles, and the lucky break for Buffy and the rest when they got out of the house, did she manage to stop herself.
Giles had said that Willow had to learn more about magicks, and took Willow to the Witches' Coven in England. After spending a few months there, Willow had decided to return to Sunnydale and start her own Coven. Since then, along with helping Buffy and her work, it had become a driving force in Willow's life.
And somedays I don't even think of you at all.
But beyond that, it was something that got her mind of, well, other issues.
Somedays:
I don't even feel the pain,
Baby, baby.
After the party at the Bronze, Willow got herself home, and up to bed. It had been a good get-away for her, and she was hesitant to go home, but she had a lot to do the next day.
Somedays:
I don't even call your name,
Baby, baby, baby.
As she got into bed, she unconsciously reached over, and put her hand on the other pillow. Feeling sleep overcome her, Willow whispered into the night, "Tara."
Somedays:
Hear the things you used to say,
See your smile,
Your clothes,
Your face,
Baby, baby, baby.
She dreamed of Tara that night.
Long nights in bed, everyday things they did. Their smiles, their playful banters in public, and not-so-public. Even times when they just looked at each other.
Then just as suddenly, they were gone.
Somedays I don't even think of you at all.
Waking up, Willow groaned, and opened her eyes. The first thing she noticed was the clock. It was 8:00.
"I'm gonna be late!" Willow realized.
I'm on my own,
I'm on my way.
Gets a little easier every day.
Walking around her apartment, the one that she got after she returned from England, Willow quickly got ready for the day. She decided to forgo the usual shower, and grabbed up something quickly to put on.
Stopped dreaming of your face.
Now I don't dream at all.
And somedays I don't even think of you at all.
As she headed to work, Willow struggled hard to recall her brain's nighttime activities. As always, though, she couldn't remembered what she'd dreamed of, and decided to let it rest.
Somedays:
I don't even feel the pain,
Baby, baby.
That day at work was pretty easy. Nothing Willow hadn't done before. Plus, her morning coffee that she had on the table was helping her a lot. And though she never noticed, her stomach wasn't in as many knots as it had been the past few days.
It was still the same circle, though. One day it would be fine and dandy, but the next, everything would come crashing down again.
Somedays:
I don't even call your name,
Baby, baby, baby.
Somedays:
Hear the things you used to say,
See your smile,
Your clothes,
Your face,
Baby, baby, baby.
Somedays I don't even think of you at all.
Heading home from another scooby meeting and short patrol, Willow went to bed quickly, and fell asleep before her head hit the pillow. The same dream met her, but once again, it was out of her psyche when she woke up.
I do my work,
Come home to bed.
Just trying to put my life together again.
Making her way home after completing another long day of routine, Willow walked into the door and dropped her belongings, ready to collapse into bed.
She'd gotten an extra-tough case at the Coven that evening, and she was exhausted.
Stop waiting by the phone,
For you to call.
Before she could make her way up the stairs to take a shower, the phone rang, though. Surprised, since barely anyone called this late, Willow cautiously walked over. She expected that something had happened at the Coven, and she really didn't want to head back right at the moment.
Picking up the phone, she said the only thing that made sense. "Hello?"
And somedays I don't even...
For a couple seconds, there was nothing. Then suddenly...
"Willow?" It was a whisper, but Willow caught it, or more to the point, the voice.
Yeah, somedays I don't even...
"Tara?" Willow replied, in a similar hushed tone.
Yeah, somedays I don't even...
Somedays:
I don't even feel the pain,
Baby, baby.
Somedays:
I don't even call your name,
Baby, baby, baby.
Somedays:
Hear the things you used to say,
See your smile,
Your clothes,
Your face,
Baby, baby, baby.
Somedays I don't even think of you at all.
Somedays:
I don't even feel the pain,
Somedays:
I don't even call your name,
No, no, no, no.
Somedays:
Hear the things you used to say,
See your smile,
Your clothes,
Your face,
Baby, baby, baby.
Somedays I don't even think of you at all.
Somedays:
I don't even feel the pain,
Baby, baby.
Somedays:
I don't even call your name,
Baby, baby, baby.
Somedays:
Hear the things you used to say,
See your smile,
Your clothes,
Your face,
Baby, baby, baby.
Somedays I don't even think of you at all.
A/N: This was originally supposed to be a two-piece, but I couldn't figure out a way to put it all in together with this song, so I selected another one that will finish it off. I hope to have it out pretty soon.
Also, I'm planning on starting work on chapter 3 of "BtVS: My Way" this weekend, so that should be coming soon, as well.
So keep a look out, and once again, happy reading!