Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.
A/N: I hope you guys like this. It was inspired by a doodle, but I won't go into that insanity right now. Instead, I'll talk about more important things like thanks to my beta Michelle (Insane Vampiress) for putting up with my mistakes so you don't have to. Also, thank you in advance for those of you that reviewed. Also, read the companion piece "Not Forever." Without further ado, I present:
Forever More:
Her smile is just as sweet, the face that it illuminates just as gentle. Maybe even more so. It's a shame that smile never fades. A shame that the only animation to her beautiful body is the gentle rising and falling of her chest. You love her, but you're just so scared.
Her eyes are so bright, but it terrifies you that she does not blink. It chills you to the bone that ever since she came back to you, she has been just an animated corpse. You're so scared because you haven't seen her move since you summoned her with that spell that Dawn wouldn't use, since she silently walked into the room.
"Hi, baby," you whisper to her, she doesn't reply. You pass a hand in front of her face, she doesn't blink. You brush your fingers across her pale cheek, she doesn't react. You can't stand this anymore! You collapse to the ground and cry into her skirt, you pull at the soft cloth and throw your arms around her legs. No response, no reaction, no emotion. Just stillness.
Just a sunny smile like the one she wears in her picture. The picture that's on the mantle, out of the heart shaped picture frame that's held it for you. Because this is the image of her you used to do this to her. . .the image you've held and stared at for hours, just trying to decide whether to rip it up or not. It's just like the one in the silver locket you wear now. Now, as you weep into your frozen once-lover's skirt. Now, the haunting reminder of the happiness that was. Now, the time you'd do anything to escape.
"Tara, baby...Please talk to me..." you plead. No avail, nothing. No words, no movements. Just the nothingness that's hung over her since she came to you. You cry out to the goddess, begging her to tell you why this happened to Tara, pleading for an explanation for all this horror. This horror you have caused. And all you receive is. . .nothing.
You look at her sweet, sunny face, and smooth her soft hair. And then you know exactly what to do. You kiss her unyielding lips, "I'm sorry, baby..." you whisper in her ear. And then you walk to the mantel and put the picture back into the frame. You know you shouldn't do this, but you can't be the one that kills her. She is yours, forever more.
A/N: I'd love to know what you guys think, so tell me. Again, the companion piece is "Not Forever."
