It was a day like any other. The sun came out from behind the clouds and the temperature went up to eighty-nine degrees. The birds were singing, the sun was shining off the road, and people were out mowing their lawns and washing their cars. I was driving my now infamous zebra-striped van to Willow's. When I got there, Willow was sitting on her front steps in a beautiful black and red dress. Her face lit up as I pulled up to the curb. She got into the van and kissed me. I couldn't help but smile to myself as my heart melted just at the site of her. Soon after we started driving we came to a steep hill and she started to tell me about her day. She tossed her hair over her shoulder. Then she screamed.When we got to the top of the hill, there was a car stalled in the middle of the road. We were going about 45 MPH. There was no way I could stop fast enough. Then everything kind of blurred. The squealing tires. The crunch of the two cars colliding. The breaking of glass. Then I passed out.
***************************** When I came to, there were people standing all around me as I lay on my back in the street. My eyes filled up with a warm liquid when I sat up. I wiped my eyes and realized it was blood. Someone must have ripped my shirt open, for when I looked down at my chest, I saw the seat belt-shaped welt. Then I remembered what happened. "Oh, God, Willow."
Despite the protest of the onlookers, I crawled over to where she lay motionless. Tears and blood flowed from my eyes as I cradled her in my arms. She had a large piece of the windshield stuck through her gut. Blood was everywhere. Her eyes were wide open. Her breath came in short gasps. She looked so scared. She swallowed hard. "Oz," she squeaked. "Oz? I can't...It's hard to see..." I took her hand.
"Don't let me go, Oz...Hold me for just a little while longer..."
I couldn't speak. There was nothing to say. I could do nothing except hold her and sob. My Willow was dying.
"Oz...kiss me..."
Our lips touched and we kissed our last kiss I felt her body go limp in my arms. The rain started to pour down. She was gone, even though I hugged her close to me. "I love you," I whispered. I wanted so desperately to hear her whisper it back to me.
Just one last time.
*********************************** It was a day like any other. The sun came out from behind the clouds and the temperature went up to eighty-nine degrees. The birds were singing, the sun was shining off the road, and people were out mowing their lawns and washing their cars. But I didn't see any of that. I didn't hear the rabbi giving the sermon. I didn't see Xander hold a crying Buffy in his arms. All I could focus on was the headstone.
"Willow Rosenberg 1982-1999"
Now I stand here alone. I think, everyone else went home. I take my single red carnation and drop it on the patch of dirt that Willow is six feet underneath. "I love you," I whisper, not for the first time that day and probably not the last. A warm breeze picked up and warmed my face. Much like Willow's hair used to when I hugged her. I still remember the first time I hugged her. It was in the high school cafeteria. Just a simple hug, then Snyder came in and broke us up. I can remember Willow and I's first everything. First date, first kiss...everything. The warm breeze ruffled my hair and left as quickly as it came. Then I got it.
Willow isn't dead.
Not by a long shot.
The End.
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