Okay, Okay, I know, I'm a VERY bad kitten **slaps hand** - I've had a lot
of stuff to sort out recently and have just not had the motivation to
continue writing this. BUT as a thank you to all who've read this
here's a little something to keep you all interested until I get my
motivation back! Kinda a half - chapter if you will Enjoy guys!
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Disclaimers as always.
To my love, you are my life ....
It had been 24 hours and still no sign that she could hear what her love was slowly but methodically whispering into her ear - pleas of forgivness, guilt and promises of love and devotion. Silent pleas also sent to all those that would listen to bring her back. Throughout all this Tara had been the constant that had stopped Willow from falling - and if she lost her grip would she ever be able to climb up once more? It didn't bare thinking about and such thoughts were quickly banished from the red - heads mind - they were ging to get through this - Tara was going to get through this.
"I didn't mean it to go so far" Willow whispered into the cold, unfeeling darkness of the room "She doesn't deserve this... I don't deserve her!" She bent down, closer to Tara's ear - who still lay there; still, lifeless, cold. But her heart; steady and calm as always bore false witness. "But I need you Tara" she began "Goddess I need you. You are my sun, my moon, my stars, my sky. You are the centre of my universe - you are my universe - you are my reason for being Tara and I love you more than the waking world. Just please..." she choked on the last words, her emotions running rivers down her cheeks; "come back to me"
The room was quiet once more, save only for the blips of the hospital machines which seemed to lull everyone around them into a false sense of security - an unspoken promise that everything will be okay if they just waited - so that's Willow was doing - waiting, and praying. Willow wasn't sure how they had gotten here, just snatched bits and pieces of Buffy kicking the door down and Xander driving them and her beloved to this place that they all know all too well - probably TOO well for people of their age. Time had passed in a daze for Willow and this was pretty much how she found herself now - scared, unable to do anything but wait. The cravings which had seemed to have been quelled for the past few nights now seemed to be back a vengence. She could feel it inside - clawing, burning threatening to ignite her soul and consume her fully.
Her thoughts turned briefly to her friends outside - she could feel their pain, confusion, and uncertainty and felt even more helpless - she had gotten them into this and was now falling further and further away from ways of getting them out.
"Why did you ever put up with me?" she shouted to no one in particular "Why do you still put up with me after everything I've put you through? I can't even put up with myself!" Willow's hand smashed down onto a nearby dresser, causing little shocks of pain to dance deliciously up and down her arm "How did I fall so far? Who's going to be my grip? Please, stop me from falling any deeper - I don't know how much more I can allow you guys to take before you all leave me and I am alone - maybe it would be better that way..."
The beginnings of an attack stirred within Willow, its dark tendrils snaking out to claim hold of a willing subject. Through gritted teeth Willow spat menacingly; "I will not give into this, I have my purpose and her name is Tara MaClay! I am meant to be with this woman and I WILL NOT screw this up again!" a growl formed in the back of her throat "I may not be worthy of her, but I can change and I have to start with this!" Curling into a tight ball in the corner of the room Willow fought a silent battle between her soul, mind and magic that was threatening to claim everything she had and everything was.
Meanwhile the person in the bed began to stir slightly, a small moan escaping her cracked and swollen lips...
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Disclaimers as always.
To my love, you are my life ....
It had been 24 hours and still no sign that she could hear what her love was slowly but methodically whispering into her ear - pleas of forgivness, guilt and promises of love and devotion. Silent pleas also sent to all those that would listen to bring her back. Throughout all this Tara had been the constant that had stopped Willow from falling - and if she lost her grip would she ever be able to climb up once more? It didn't bare thinking about and such thoughts were quickly banished from the red - heads mind - they were ging to get through this - Tara was going to get through this.
"I didn't mean it to go so far" Willow whispered into the cold, unfeeling darkness of the room "She doesn't deserve this... I don't deserve her!" She bent down, closer to Tara's ear - who still lay there; still, lifeless, cold. But her heart; steady and calm as always bore false witness. "But I need you Tara" she began "Goddess I need you. You are my sun, my moon, my stars, my sky. You are the centre of my universe - you are my universe - you are my reason for being Tara and I love you more than the waking world. Just please..." she choked on the last words, her emotions running rivers down her cheeks; "come back to me"
The room was quiet once more, save only for the blips of the hospital machines which seemed to lull everyone around them into a false sense of security - an unspoken promise that everything will be okay if they just waited - so that's Willow was doing - waiting, and praying. Willow wasn't sure how they had gotten here, just snatched bits and pieces of Buffy kicking the door down and Xander driving them and her beloved to this place that they all know all too well - probably TOO well for people of their age. Time had passed in a daze for Willow and this was pretty much how she found herself now - scared, unable to do anything but wait. The cravings which had seemed to have been quelled for the past few nights now seemed to be back a vengence. She could feel it inside - clawing, burning threatening to ignite her soul and consume her fully.
Her thoughts turned briefly to her friends outside - she could feel their pain, confusion, and uncertainty and felt even more helpless - she had gotten them into this and was now falling further and further away from ways of getting them out.
"Why did you ever put up with me?" she shouted to no one in particular "Why do you still put up with me after everything I've put you through? I can't even put up with myself!" Willow's hand smashed down onto a nearby dresser, causing little shocks of pain to dance deliciously up and down her arm "How did I fall so far? Who's going to be my grip? Please, stop me from falling any deeper - I don't know how much more I can allow you guys to take before you all leave me and I am alone - maybe it would be better that way..."
The beginnings of an attack stirred within Willow, its dark tendrils snaking out to claim hold of a willing subject. Through gritted teeth Willow spat menacingly; "I will not give into this, I have my purpose and her name is Tara MaClay! I am meant to be with this woman and I WILL NOT screw this up again!" a growl formed in the back of her throat "I may not be worthy of her, but I can change and I have to start with this!" Curling into a tight ball in the corner of the room Willow fought a silent battle between her soul, mind and magic that was threatening to claim everything she had and everything was.
Meanwhile the person in the bed began to stir slightly, a small moan escaping her cracked and swollen lips...