Giles and I had come to California airport. We had boarded the aeroplane, I
sat, slouching into my chair on the way to England. I had never been, well
I had never been anywhere from Sunnydale.
"I can't do this Giles, I can't make it." I said, I was telling the truth. "You can Willow", he said to me. I looked at him shaking my head. I took out the little box containing the silver engagement ring. He stared at me pitifully. I lay my head on his shoulder, Giles put his hand on my head. As he stroked my red and tired head, I hugged his chest, crying. I wasn't happy, and I didn't think I would ever be again. Tara was my soul- mate all the things I had kept secret, I would tell her and she would keep it. Who was I going to tell things to now? Giles' face turned from sorrow to frowning. The pilot turned on the turbulence button and everyone returned to their seats quickly. "You were the one that did all this, I'm sorry but you can't blame anyone else for your moral behaviour. Something is coming Willow and I don't mean to sound harsh but we need to get you to work through this mess."
"I could have got married! We had such a powerful bond, I don't know if I can let this go!" I then said something that changed his mind. He softened his harshness and let me into his sorrow. He was deeply moved. Again I put my sorrowed head on his shoulder. We didn't moved until we fell asleep in the aeroplane. I woke up. "We're nearly here Willow. Now come on and get your hand luggage ready to take off. We'll be arriving in Heathrow in about 10 minutes." I nodded, I couldn't really say anything because my throat hurt from crying last night. The pilot began to speak. "A notice for passengers we will arriving in London airport in a few minutes now, hold tight for a rough landing." He laughed waiting for an audience to notice his scary sounding sarcasm. He heard nothing so he gave up and started to mutter ungratefully to himself. "Everyone laughs at home. I wish I could go back soon." Giles had fallen asleep again. And I didn't mind, but he still kept his eye on me. Even if he was asleep. I knew he was dreaming of a way to stop me from using my magic.
The landing, was rough, the pilot was half-right. The seats started to wobble frantically as I held tight to the arm of my very chair. This made Giles wake up. I looked around, acting clueless with his head nodding from side to side. Soon, after a few seconds, he sussed where he was again and sat up wiping the dust from his eyes. "You haven't slept have you?" He spoke with a concerned tone to his voice. I shook my head. I didn't feel like saying anything. I didn't want the world to see me. I had been obnoxious, I'd killed and I didn't know if I would do it again. Xand and Buff, they didn't understand and I didn't want them to see what I'd turned out to be. I felt emotionally stressed and I didn't feel like I could live on. The lights were turning visible as we drew closer and closer to Heathrow. It was dark now and the plane had stopped moving through the murky English fog. It wasn't the clearest night ever and this was never expected at home either. At least, I hope that that will be home again. But I really doubt whether I will ever be welcomed again. I just feel like letting go. I got told to get off the plane. Giles walked in front of me so I could follow him and know where to go. This was knew to me, but a strange type of 'new' and I didn't like it at all.
"I can't do this Giles, I can't make it." I said, I was telling the truth. "You can Willow", he said to me. I looked at him shaking my head. I took out the little box containing the silver engagement ring. He stared at me pitifully. I lay my head on his shoulder, Giles put his hand on my head. As he stroked my red and tired head, I hugged his chest, crying. I wasn't happy, and I didn't think I would ever be again. Tara was my soul- mate all the things I had kept secret, I would tell her and she would keep it. Who was I going to tell things to now? Giles' face turned from sorrow to frowning. The pilot turned on the turbulence button and everyone returned to their seats quickly. "You were the one that did all this, I'm sorry but you can't blame anyone else for your moral behaviour. Something is coming Willow and I don't mean to sound harsh but we need to get you to work through this mess."
"I could have got married! We had such a powerful bond, I don't know if I can let this go!" I then said something that changed his mind. He softened his harshness and let me into his sorrow. He was deeply moved. Again I put my sorrowed head on his shoulder. We didn't moved until we fell asleep in the aeroplane. I woke up. "We're nearly here Willow. Now come on and get your hand luggage ready to take off. We'll be arriving in Heathrow in about 10 minutes." I nodded, I couldn't really say anything because my throat hurt from crying last night. The pilot began to speak. "A notice for passengers we will arriving in London airport in a few minutes now, hold tight for a rough landing." He laughed waiting for an audience to notice his scary sounding sarcasm. He heard nothing so he gave up and started to mutter ungratefully to himself. "Everyone laughs at home. I wish I could go back soon." Giles had fallen asleep again. And I didn't mind, but he still kept his eye on me. Even if he was asleep. I knew he was dreaming of a way to stop me from using my magic.
The landing, was rough, the pilot was half-right. The seats started to wobble frantically as I held tight to the arm of my very chair. This made Giles wake up. I looked around, acting clueless with his head nodding from side to side. Soon, after a few seconds, he sussed where he was again and sat up wiping the dust from his eyes. "You haven't slept have you?" He spoke with a concerned tone to his voice. I shook my head. I didn't feel like saying anything. I didn't want the world to see me. I had been obnoxious, I'd killed and I didn't know if I would do it again. Xand and Buff, they didn't understand and I didn't want them to see what I'd turned out to be. I felt emotionally stressed and I didn't feel like I could live on. The lights were turning visible as we drew closer and closer to Heathrow. It was dark now and the plane had stopped moving through the murky English fog. It wasn't the clearest night ever and this was never expected at home either. At least, I hope that that will be home again. But I really doubt whether I will ever be welcomed again. I just feel like letting go. I got told to get off the plane. Giles walked in front of me so I could follow him and know where to go. This was knew to me, but a strange type of 'new' and I didn't like it at all.