Sitting in her dorm room Tara looks around, her eyes falling on boxes and crates filled with trinkets that hold more memories then physical weight.
She remembers everything about them, when she got them, where and painfully…with whom.
It's been nearly two months since she left and she has yet to unpack the boxes filled with memories. Most of them magick, something that keeps with her the memory of her mother; it makes her think and feel like her mother's still around, watching and guiding her to make not only wise choices but choices that will make her life better.
Slowly she stands and her fingers run over a peacock that Dawn and Buffy brought over not too long ago, something she'd forgotten when she left in haste.
Memories filled her and the temptation to go back, forget everything and find a way to make things right filled her veins and made her ache inside.
It was best the ache didn't last for long, because she knew in the end that going back and pretending everything was ok wasn't going to be enough to mend all the memories and trinkets that were shattered with a careless thought.