Inspiration came to me tonight when I wanted to start writing another Willow/Tara story since I haven't written one in awhile. I'm REALLY happy with this piece and I hope you guys enjoy it too. Takes place after Tara's death of course, and after Willow returns from being Dark/Willow.
My Dearest Tara,
I am writing this to you in hopes that, somehow, wherever you are, that you will stumble upon this letter, in whatever way is deemed possible, and that you will read it, and forgive me for my actions after your death, as I regret harming those innocent few that shouldn't have been hurt, I only meant to hurt those who hurt you, and as you can see, it didn't turn out that way.
When you were shot, I felt my life slowly draining away, just as yours had. I was torn. The moment I felt your body go limp, I felt a new energy within me, a energy I had never felt before. This was rage. Nothing but pure rage that ever so slowly took me over, and that turned me into an evil being, one of those I spent all of those years fighting, trying to keep from hurting those I loved, and yet, with one little bullet, I had lost everything I held so dear, and I did what I thought I needed to. Get revenge, and so that's what I did. I know the way I went about it was all wrong, and I am sorry.
I miss you so much baby. I miss those long nights together talking, cuddling, sharing those silly breakfasts together. Those ones that we document in our personal journals, just because it was something that we shared together, which made it all the more special. And those nights when I couldn't sleep, you were right there beside me, staying awake with me, no matter how sleepy you were. I always tried to get you to go back to sleep, and it never worked, secretly I was always happy you stayed awake with me. That meant more time with you that I wouldn't always get because I was either too busy helping Buffy with a crisis, or fighting demons.
I loved all the little love notes we'd send eachother, you know the ones that the others called 'sick in a sappy sort of way'. The ones that Xander would roll his eyes at, threatening to separate us so we couldn't send anymore to eachother. We'd just giggle and send eachother another, right under their noses, and they'd pretend they didn't see, but they did. They always did.
We were so in love. I know I wasn't the best girlfriend. I had my moments. I treated you bad sometimes, I know this, I betrayed your trust on a few occasions, and you always forgave me. Now that I think about it, I don't think I deserved you. Someone so pure, and lovable. Someone who just wanted a lover that was perfect and just right for them. I wasn't that perfect, and yet, you stayed with me, took me back after all that I did. You loved me for my flaws, and I had so many. Maybe your death was the beings way of saying that I didn't deserve you.
Just forgive me for all I have done. It never should have been this way.
Love,
Your dearest Willow
