"Two Years Now" or "A Breath's Time"
By Dodo
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Summary: A fic written for the second anniversary of Tara's death. Willow muses. Kennedy comforts. Post-chosen.
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Willow sat staring at the picture. It had been two years now since her girlfriend, her lover, her everything, had died. The picture was one of her and Tara together with Xander, Anya, Buffy, and Giles a few years back.
"Hi, Kenn," she said when her current love entered the room. The readheaded witch had fallen hard for the Slayer but she still felt for Tara. She would never forgot her. She had been her life, was her life, would always be her life.
Kennedy saw the picture in Willow's hands and frowle. It would always be like that. She would never be as good as Tara. She had come to face that she would never be as loved by Willow as the blonde witch had. It was okay, though. She knew Willow loved her some. That was all that mattered.
"Two years," she whispered. "Two years now. Two years since she died. It took a breath's time. Just a breath...." Willow collapsed in tears, huddiling over the picture, clasping it in her hands and clutching it to her heart.
The Slayer moved towards the witch and put her arms around her, letting her lover cry softly. "Shhh.. baby. It's okay." Kennedy stroked her hair. "She's in a better place now."
Willow nodded after a few minutes. "I know. I just... I miss her a lot." She sighed. "It's time to move on?"
She nodded. "Time to move on."
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Summary: A fic written for the second anniversary of Tara's death. Willow muses. Kennedy comforts. Post-chosen.
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Willow sat staring at the picture. It had been two years now since her girlfriend, her lover, her everything, had died. The picture was one of her and Tara together with Xander, Anya, Buffy, and Giles a few years back.
"Hi, Kenn," she said when her current love entered the room. The readheaded witch had fallen hard for the Slayer but she still felt for Tara. She would never forgot her. She had been her life, was her life, would always be her life.
Kennedy saw the picture in Willow's hands and frowle. It would always be like that. She would never be as good as Tara. She had come to face that she would never be as loved by Willow as the blonde witch had. It was okay, though. She knew Willow loved her some. That was all that mattered.
"Two years," she whispered. "Two years now. Two years since she died. It took a breath's time. Just a breath...." Willow collapsed in tears, huddiling over the picture, clasping it in her hands and clutching it to her heart.
The Slayer moved towards the witch and put her arms around her, letting her lover cry softly. "Shhh.. baby. It's okay." Kennedy stroked her hair. "She's in a better place now."
Willow nodded after a few minutes. "I know. I just... I miss her a lot." She sighed. "It's time to move on?"
She nodded. "Time to move on."