Chapter 2
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the BTVS characters, (wish I did!) that privilege belongs to Joss and ME.
Willow felt the sand beneath her feet. It was hot, almost to the point of burning. She continued walking over the endless plains of sand. The desert appeared endless. She did not question why she was there, only where she was supposed to go. She paused looking left and then right, shielding her eyes from the burning sun, and then she saw them. Far off in the distance she saw Buffy and Xander. She wanted to run to them but she also had an immense feeling of sadness at the thought. She turned away and she saw an oasis. It was the most beautiful thing that she had ever seen. She began running, desperately needing to reach it, so scared that she wouldn't, but no matter how hard or fast she ran, it remained in the distance, she couldn't do it. Willow sank to her knees and began crying, all of the sudden she felt herself start to sink. She cried out, waking with a start, breathing hard. She sat up in bed, and the tears began to fall
Buffy walked up the path to Willow's house a little nervously, she wasn't sure what could be wrong with her friend and it worried her. For the past weeks she'd noticed little changes in her. Firstly her ever-loving attitude to work had changed, the usually academic girl seemed to just not care anymore, when she did sit down to work she usually didn't end up having done much. She was always buried deep in thought, and when ever Buffy tried to strike up a conversation with her, she always had to repeat herself before the red head would take any notice that she was being spoken to. On more than one occasion Buffy had looked into her best friends eyes and seen nothing but sadness, the flame that used to be there completely diminished. Buffy paused at the door, shuffling her feet, suddenly having second thoughts about interfering. Buffy, shook her head, and with a new sense of determination knocked on the door.
Willow was sitting on her bed when she heard the knock. She waited to see if her parents were home to answer the door, but seeing as the knocks became louder and more persistent she figured that they weren't. She walked down the stairs quickly, not bothering to check that she looked all right, knowing that her eyes were probably all red and puffy, she opened to the door only to find herself face to face with a rather determined looking Buffy.
"Buffy." she started sounding surprised "what are you doing here? I mean. uh.. Not in a rudeish sorta way" she continued, looking very nervous.
Buffy walked in and sat down on the couch, pulling Willow down to sit with her "Will" she said forcefully "we need to talk", she looked at the face of her best friend and she felt her heart wrench, it was obvious that Willow had been crying.
Willow sat, and moved uncomfortably under her best friends gaze. "uh. why do we need to talk Buffy?" she asked, trying to make herself sound believable "is something wrong?"
Buffy looked at Willow, "I was hoping you could tell me that" she said looking at Willow's look of denial on her face. "Will, these past few weeks, you.. you haven't been yourself. you act all upset. Will, whats going on?" she asked
Willow looked at Buffy "n-nothing is wrong!" she said loudly, sounding a little attacked " nothing! I wish, you could see that Buffy.. You and Xander.. It's always 'ooo, little Willow is sad' or 'look Willow isn't being a complete idiot, maybe somethings wrong'! I am fine! Just darn fine!" she was yelling now "I don't have any problems! My life is perfect!" she said standing up from the couch, feeling too angry to sit down. " I am fine." she said softer this time, looking at her hands.
Buffy sat there, shocked by Willow's outburst, she had never seen Willow so upset before. She looked at the red haired girl and stood up, "ok Will" she said "ok, but. I just want you to know that. if. should you ever need someone to talk too. I'm here for you, anytime, any day."
Buffy looked at Willow, gave her a quick squeeze on the shoulder, then walked out of her house and down the path, her mind whirling with thoughts, about what Willow had said, and about what Willow hadn't said. Buffy didn't know what was wrong with Willow, but she was certain of one thing.. Willow was 'not' fine.
Willow walked to the front door slowly, watching her friend turn the corner, in the distance. She closed the front door and sank to her feet, feeling the tears come, a fresh new wave of tears. She was breaking up inside, this pain and agony she was feeling, there really was no good explanation for it. Willow herself did not know what was wrong, but she knew that she was definitely not fine.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the BTVS characters, (wish I did!) that privilege belongs to Joss and ME.
Willow felt the sand beneath her feet. It was hot, almost to the point of burning. She continued walking over the endless plains of sand. The desert appeared endless. She did not question why she was there, only where she was supposed to go. She paused looking left and then right, shielding her eyes from the burning sun, and then she saw them. Far off in the distance she saw Buffy and Xander. She wanted to run to them but she also had an immense feeling of sadness at the thought. She turned away and she saw an oasis. It was the most beautiful thing that she had ever seen. She began running, desperately needing to reach it, so scared that she wouldn't, but no matter how hard or fast she ran, it remained in the distance, she couldn't do it. Willow sank to her knees and began crying, all of the sudden she felt herself start to sink. She cried out, waking with a start, breathing hard. She sat up in bed, and the tears began to fall
Buffy walked up the path to Willow's house a little nervously, she wasn't sure what could be wrong with her friend and it worried her. For the past weeks she'd noticed little changes in her. Firstly her ever-loving attitude to work had changed, the usually academic girl seemed to just not care anymore, when she did sit down to work she usually didn't end up having done much. She was always buried deep in thought, and when ever Buffy tried to strike up a conversation with her, she always had to repeat herself before the red head would take any notice that she was being spoken to. On more than one occasion Buffy had looked into her best friends eyes and seen nothing but sadness, the flame that used to be there completely diminished. Buffy paused at the door, shuffling her feet, suddenly having second thoughts about interfering. Buffy, shook her head, and with a new sense of determination knocked on the door.
Willow was sitting on her bed when she heard the knock. She waited to see if her parents were home to answer the door, but seeing as the knocks became louder and more persistent she figured that they weren't. She walked down the stairs quickly, not bothering to check that she looked all right, knowing that her eyes were probably all red and puffy, she opened to the door only to find herself face to face with a rather determined looking Buffy.
"Buffy." she started sounding surprised "what are you doing here? I mean. uh.. Not in a rudeish sorta way" she continued, looking very nervous.
Buffy walked in and sat down on the couch, pulling Willow down to sit with her "Will" she said forcefully "we need to talk", she looked at the face of her best friend and she felt her heart wrench, it was obvious that Willow had been crying.
Willow sat, and moved uncomfortably under her best friends gaze. "uh. why do we need to talk Buffy?" she asked, trying to make herself sound believable "is something wrong?"
Buffy looked at Willow, "I was hoping you could tell me that" she said looking at Willow's look of denial on her face. "Will, these past few weeks, you.. you haven't been yourself. you act all upset. Will, whats going on?" she asked
Willow looked at Buffy "n-nothing is wrong!" she said loudly, sounding a little attacked " nothing! I wish, you could see that Buffy.. You and Xander.. It's always 'ooo, little Willow is sad' or 'look Willow isn't being a complete idiot, maybe somethings wrong'! I am fine! Just darn fine!" she was yelling now "I don't have any problems! My life is perfect!" she said standing up from the couch, feeling too angry to sit down. " I am fine." she said softer this time, looking at her hands.
Buffy sat there, shocked by Willow's outburst, she had never seen Willow so upset before. She looked at the red haired girl and stood up, "ok Will" she said "ok, but. I just want you to know that. if. should you ever need someone to talk too. I'm here for you, anytime, any day."
Buffy looked at Willow, gave her a quick squeeze on the shoulder, then walked out of her house and down the path, her mind whirling with thoughts, about what Willow had said, and about what Willow hadn't said. Buffy didn't know what was wrong with Willow, but she was certain of one thing.. Willow was 'not' fine.
Willow walked to the front door slowly, watching her friend turn the corner, in the distance. She closed the front door and sank to her feet, feeling the tears come, a fresh new wave of tears. She was breaking up inside, this pain and agony she was feeling, there really was no good explanation for it. Willow herself did not know what was wrong, but she knew that she was definitely not fine.