Authors Note: This takes place between Wild at Heart and what ever episode Oz comes back. From both Willow and Oz's point of view. I don't know what day or what month it was that he left. I'm going to assume it was in November because it happened after the Halloween episode and before the Thanksgiving. Don't you just love my logic?
November 3, 1999
Dear Diary,
I miss Oz so much. He's only been gone two days and I can already feel my life slipping away. The other day, I was in the cafeteria, eating lunch with Xander and Buffy, and amazingly enough, Anya. Anya is turning out to be pretty decent, aside from the whole story of how she ripped a guy's liver out while we were eating. The detail was seriously stressed. Things were bearable when Oz was here. Now I'm at the edge. I could get a phone call right now, from Oz telling me that he never plans on coming back and I'd flip. I love him and I know he loves me, but seeing him in that cage with Veruca still lingers in my mind every second of every day he is gone. Buffy said it will get easier, but for now I'm not so sure. It only seems to be getting worse. Tonight is the full moon. I wonder what Oz is thinking? Fair well my Diary, I'm off to bed. Maybe I'll be able to sleep without him. I doubt it, but I have to try.
~Willow~
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November 3, 1999.
Dear Diary,
I had a vision today. Willow was in it, surprisingly enough. I can't get her out of my head. It's literally killing me to be so far away from her. Not being able to touch her, smell her, taste her. Stress makes me ill. This is 10 times more than I can bare. I've actually resorted to alchohol on sleepless nights. I guess you can imagine how often that is. I wonder what she is thinking. This place is beautiful here. I'd love to see it when it starts snowing. The radio says we got the first blizzard coming in tommarow. Willow's face would light up at the sight. I should know. I saw it last Christmas. We had a snow ball fight, then we went inside and then we kissed. I can still taste her. I wonder if she'll forgive me for leaving her. I hope so. God knows I don't deserve it. I don't know how long I plan to be gone. All I know is that there is a forest out here with my name on it tonight. I've found the perfect place for my werewolf self to rome free without hurting others. No one comes out here at night time, so there is a good chance that the closest human in range will be 60 miles away. My only fear now, is what Willow will say to me when I do come back. Will she love me, the way I love her? Will she find her way back to Xander? She said she's been over him...twice. But it's not my place to tell her who she can or cannot date. I'm the one who left. I'm the one who deserves to live in missory. At least until I come back. Chances are, I'll be out here for a year. I don't know what I'm looking for. All I know is that the beast is angry, for reasons unknown. Tonight I plan on letting him work out some of its aggression.
~Oz~
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November 14, 1999.
Dear Diary,
I thought I saw him today. Saddly enough, it wasn't him. Buffy says that I'm starting to scare her. Apparently I haven't eaten more than a few scraps of meat as of late, but I'm just not up to it. I actually had the audacity to break into my father's liquor cabinet, the night I last wrote you. I brought it to the dorm, used up the bottle in less then an hour. I think they are going to have me committed. I've been dreaming about Oz constantly. Usually they start out while we are making love, then he leaves me and when he comes back I see him with Veruca. But that's impossible. He killed her. Unfortunately that was after his werewolf self...mated with her. That skanky slut. I'm glad she's dead. I'm glad he killed her. I wonder if he feels guilty. I know he did it, to save me that night, but even I feel terrible when I'm caught doing something for the greater good against someone I seriously dislike. Faith for example. I didn't tell Buffy, but Faith sleeping with Xander isn't the only thing that made me despise her. That night, when I was held hostage by the Mayor, she told me in detail what she planned on doing with my friends. She'd seduce Oz, fuck him, then kill him. I didn't tell Oz either. At the time I was to afraid as to what he might say. Then later on I was just to busy to say anything. I wonder how he handled the extra night of the fool moon. There were four nights this last month. I just now found that out. Buffy told me that healing takes time. Right now, the only thing I'm worried about is what is going to happen if Oz comes back. What will I say? I'll wait for him. I won't touch any man until he comes back. That I know for sure. But what am I going to say? I love him, that's for sure...but right now I just have this unrepressable urge to slap him next time I see him. I know I won't be able to stay mad at him for more then 5 minutes when he comes back, but for now...being mad at him is the only thing keeping me from going insane.
~Willow~
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November 15, 1999.
Dear Diary,
I've never kept a diary. Do you know that? I've tried once or twice, but this is actually the first time I wrote something in one of them more than once. It's something Willow encouraged me to do. Four nights ago, there was an extra fool moon. I wonder if Willow knew about it. Surprisingly enough, I thought being out in the wild without a cage, would make me more aggressive or angry. But I can't help but rejoice at the feeling of being normal. That didn't come out right and I don't have an eraser to erase ink so it is stuck on the page. I'm not as tense as I used to be. I find myself to be more talkative amongst strangers. The only problem is that Willow isn't here to witness the serene enviroment. It's seriously cold out here. I don't dare go out into the city so I might live in an apartment or a hotel. I've been camping out a lot near the outskirts of New Mexico. I know its odd, thinking of New Mexico as cold, but if you haven't been camping here then you don't have room to talk. I've been experimenting with other enviroments. My next stop is the desert in Arizona. I'll be sure to stay clear from the Grand Canyon. I wouldn't want my wolfie self to accidently jump off a cliff while chasing a rabbit. My stomach growls at the mention of eating one. Yes the wolf is still inside me, every where I go it's inside me. But lately I've come to respect it. I understand it far more then I did while I was in SunnyDale. Veruca was right. Willow was holding me back from absolute peace. But she's worth it. I will come back. I'm determined to come back. But only the wolf in me can decide when that is time. Only the wolf in me can decide when it's safe to return to civilization.
~Oz~
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November 25, 1999.
Dear Diary,
How are you? I'm sorry if I haven't been able to keep in touch. I've been to misearable and to lazy to open my eyes. Buffy was right to be scared. I just saw myself in the mirror the other day. I weighed myself just 10 minutes ago. I'm now down to 115. I've dropped 23 pounds since Oz left. The lack of food is getting to me. I try to keep up with it, but usually I just end up throwing it up because my stomach is now too sensitive to eat anything other than chicken broth. I've been passing out constantly. Twice this evening. I woke up in the hospital an hour ago. They told me I could leave, but the next time I ended up in the hospital because of an incident like this, I was staying in the hospital. Damn them. What right to they have to tell me how to run my life? I'm not hurting others. What ever happened to individual rights? There was a man in the room next to me. He had a tattoo on his chest that said 'DNR'. 'DNR' means Do Not Recessetate. They did it anyway. I think it is inhumane to do that to a person. These health provisionals have no respect for others feelings. Whether they are religious or not, they just don't understand how cruel it is to make someone suffer. Apparently the man tried to kill himself by using Carbon Monoxide Poison. His mother found him and brought him up there. He told me how much he hated her. He told me that she was the reason he was constantly misearable. He told me about how his father beat him, raped him, and did every thing possible to make him submissive, and his mother only encouraged it. The thought still sickens me. I asked him why he never said anything to the officials. He said he did, but they still didn't do anything about it. They only confronted his father, then left. I won't even go into detail as to what happened after they left. It's to painful to read in future reference. I just prefer to forget. Oz being gone doesn't make me so misearable as to kill myself. But the only reason why is because I have hope that he will come back. That he will be mine, and that he will be here with me to stay. Fare well my diary. It will be a while before I see you again.
~Willow~
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November 25, 1999.
Dear Diary,
I've met some interesting people. By interesting, I mean other werewolfs. They are both kind in nature and at heart. They've promised me that they can help me come to terms with the werewolf within me. I need to go out on a limb and trust them. They too prefer to run amongst the desert on the nights on the fool moon. The thought of hurting someone in their opinion is just totally uncanny. These 6 people are all werewolfs. All male as well, so I don't have to worry about...well..the need to mate. Jason reminds me alot of Xander. A total joker, but actually knows how to tell a funny joke. Carson and Mason are two cocky fellows, both intellegent to a degree, but they do have their moments where they are just...plain stupid. Pike and Tasil are twins and remind me of Angel alot. They both brood most the time away from their girlfriends. I guess you can say that all three of us relate. I've lost alot of weight since I"ve left. And it's not because I'm in a different enviroment where I have to do everything for myself. I've been doing everything for myself ever since I was 15. I have a job at a music store in Baghdad, New Mexico right now. It pays pretty well. I've lost alot of weight though because I'm misearable. I still haven't come to terms with the werewolf inside of me, and every day it takes for me to do so is hell. Now I understand that you might want to say, hell is a little extreme...but this is true hell being without her. I have visions constantly. I thought I saw her in the music store the other day, and nearly jumped out of my skin. Then I embarassed myself beyond belief after I hugged the woman. Her eyes conveyed her fear and confussion. I apologized and she said that it was alright. That was the last time I saw her there though. I found out she was a regular up here. Always coming in 3 to 5 times a week. It's been more than a week since I've seen her. It's probably good though. It helps me cope with the fact that Willow isn't here. As for the sixth man in the pack...I honestly don't know how to describe him. I just assumed he was manic depressive. One moment he would be all Jolly, and then the next he'd be staring out into space or shooting at a bunch of bottles outside their house. I live there right now. We all plan on leaving for the desert next saturday. It never hurts to get a head start. I asked him what his name was. He told me there was no need to know his name if I wasn't going to know him for the rest of my life. Jason says his name is Trevor, but not to call him Trevor because he snaps every time he hears the name. It's honestly freakish to me. Farewell diary. It looks to be a long day tomarrow. Especially without Willow.
~Oz~
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December 3, 1999.
Dear Diary,
Tonight holds two special events. Tonight is the full moon for Oz. Tonight, I'll be leaving for New Mexico for a college convention that I was chosen to go on with Buffy and a new friend of mine, Jasmine. She's a wiccan as well. Anyways, the group and I are going to be there for two weeks. I wonder if Oz plans on coming back to SunnyDale while I'm gone. I wonder if he'll stay when or if he comes back. Xander admitts that even after his crazed misearable experience on the road, he still prefers traveling rather then staying in SunnyDale. The only thing that keeps him here is his friends he says. I often wonder if he is hinting that we aren't spending enough time with him. He's been talking about how beautiful the Himilayas would be if he left. I found out that lately, he's been having sex with Anya. The demon that likes to...well you know, kill alot of men in very painful ways for scorning women. All I can say is that he better lose some hormons. FAST!!!! She caught him watching Bay Watch the other night. He's got a huge black eye right now. Who would have thought that a demon who has lost all of her powers would have the strength to do that? She's been making Xander misearable lately. Already scaring him off with a commitment. I'm just waiting for the day when she decides to tell him that she's pregnant. She's been asking me and Buffy lately whether or not Xander is planning on popping the question any time soon. Buffy is trying to let her off easily. Anya still doesn't understand why one month is too soon to start a family and get married. All I can say is..."Xander, you made your own bed. Live with it." I had a dream last night that Oz was dancing and singing at some night club with disco lights. Then he was drinking with a group of men. It was awfully vague, but there was one part of the dream that couldn't help but make me smile. Oz was smiling the entire time. Then I remembered he was talking about me to some guy with blonde hair, about how much he loved me and how much he wanted to come home. It was actually nice though. It makes me wonder if perhaps I was reading his thoughts or something. I have been known to do that. Not necessarily read a persons thoughts, but sometimes I can think of a song, and then I'll turn on the radio and there it is. I'll keep doing it for an hour as well until I realize what I'm actually doing. Then it goes away so I try not to realize it. I miss Oz. I hope he comes home soon. I've gained a couple of pounds. Yes, I'm eating whether I like it or not. Whether I like it or not I have to survive. Because I just have this big pit in my stomach telling me that Oz still loves me and that he will be devestated if something happens to me. It's only a feeling, but that's all I have to hold on to.
~Willow~
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December 4, 1999.
Dear Diary,
I can smell her. At least I thought I could smell her this morning. I'm wondering if I'm delusional. I haven't been eating lately. Jason admitts that last night, even as a werewolf, I still wouldn't move. He said I just sat there and sniffed the air. Jason told me that once you learn to accept and understand the werewolf you will be able to remember what you did the other night. Apparently that is going to take me a while. I don't know what happened this morning. I could still smell her after I left for like a week but that was just phantom like. I could smell her from memory. Her scent was on my cloths. But this morning was completely different. I could literally smell her. Now either I'm sick, or she's somewhere near by. I'm worried though. I'm worried what the wolf might do. I can tell a slight difference between me and the wolf. I do know that the wolf feels remorse, but they are over different things. Jason says that he can sense that the werewolf wants to go home, but isn't ready. I want to go home, but I prefer not to take any chances. I wonder what will happen to me if I do happen to see Willow. Will I speak to her? What if she sees me? I'm worried that if I see Willow now, I won't be able to continue on my journey. I know for a fact that I won't. She was the only thing holding me back, and it's taking every inch of strength in me to keep myself from seeking her out right this minute. It seems like she's only 70 miles away. My smelling has definately increased. Jason says that once you get used to it, you'll be able to smell Texas from California. I can't wait till that happens. I wonder what she is doing down here. I'm seriously thinking about writing her, but I'm afraid to get her hopes up. I have alot of headaches lately. What am I talking about, I've had headaches ever since I left. Sometimes I pretend that it is the lack of sleep that causes them, but I know why I'm getting them. It's withdrawal. I haven't seen Willow in over a month. I haven't touched her, I haven't listened to her, I haven't held her or smelled her until now. I smelled her this morning and the scent was overwhelming. Jason admitted that werewolfs can be very peaceful creatures once you learn to understand them. He says not to resist it, that eventually it will win because it's been waiting all month to come out and take over. I know he's right, but it's challenging. Everything out here is beautiful in it's own way. I often felt like bringing Willow down here in the future and starting a family. All I know is that the longer I am away from her, the more I will come to appreciate her in the future. I love her in every way imaginable, but for every day I've spent with her, I've taken her for granted. I think that once I know that I can survive on my own without her, I'll be able to come back. Til then, I'm a lost cause. Farewell Diary. I'll talk to you later.
~Oz~
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December 25, 1999.
Dear Diary,
I'm back from New Mexico. Oz didn't come back which saddens me, but I'm dealing. I want him back so much I can almost taste him. I swear, every where I went when I went down to Mexico, I thought he was there. The music store, the cafe, Venace Beach, and Creations. Everywhere. The convention went along the way it was supposed to. I imagine Buffy had the time of her life. I couldn't get her to stop talking about the cute hotties at the club. She's trying to convince me to move on, because she too along with Xander have lost all hope that Oz will be coming back. I hate them for it. They can't even pretend to care. Mom was out of town for Christmas so that left me all by myself for the holidays. There was Buffy, Giles, and Xander of course, but they were too busy wrapped up in their own lives to be much of use to me. There is only one person that I desire, and that is Oz. My cute, cuddly, werewolf, lover. Buffy was right that it does get easier...but barely. It's not so much easier for me to be without him, its just more bearable because I've been without him for so long. It's like the shock is just now starting to wear off, and all that is left is mind numbing emotional pain. I know he will come back, it's just a matter of time. He promised me he would come back in one form or another. The dreams still come constantly. I had a dream that he was in the werewolf form, roaming wild through a beautiful sand dune desert. To me the desert would be heaven for anyone, provided they ever lived there. The last time I was there I was 11. The only turn off about it was the smell of acrid sulfur water coming from broken steam pipes on the side of the road. I got used to it eventually, the same way I have gotten used to being without Oz. Change is hard. Buffy says change is a good thing, but I think she is wrong. I think change is just something that you didn't want to happen, has happened and all you can do is stand in the side lines and find a way to make it better. I'm so lonely. At least you are here when I need you. I bet your getting tired listening to me complain about my lost love. That's tough though, because I paid for you and listening is what I paid the clerk person to let me do with you. Happy Holidays.
~Willow~
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December 25, 1999.
It's Christmas and yes, I'm misearable. When I went back to the music store, I asked Jefferson, a colleague of mine, whether or not if he remembered seeing a girl with red hair passing by. He says that he vaguely remembered a red head coming in with a girl and a dark haired boy, but that anything was possible. The music store was where her scent was the strongest, even after she left. I could tell she was gone though. Back to SunnyDale or where ever else she was planning on going. I have to admit that it is sort of liberating, knowing that I can be without her. But I don't want to just 'be'. I want to live. Which is why I plan on going back sometime after the next two full moons. I think I'll be ready by then. The anticipation is killing me though. Jason has been telling me that it is probably just best for me to forget about her. That when I can sleep one night without dreaming about her, that I'll be ready. I can't help it though. I'm drawn to her in every way. She is my soul mate. I know it sounds rediculous, but I can't stop thinking about her. I'm certain that her feelings are the same way. Don't ask me how I know, I just have that feeling. I know she needs me. I need her, and that's the way it's going to be. I know it's odd but I can smell her tears, and her loneliness everyday I go into the music store. Last night, I had a dream that she came to me in a white nightgown. We made love for hours, and I could still feel her when I woke up. The energy is there. I often wonder if I can read her thoughts. It's like a connection though. When I think about her, she's thinking about me. I wonder if she is writing in her diary right now. The only thing I have left of Willow right now in the physical sense is you. She's the one who encouraged me to write in a diary. Be greatful, otherwise you'd have no use. I don't know what I would do if she died. I guess that is why I am out here though. I need to learn how to survive without her, and the wolf inside me creates quite the challenge. I'm going to go. I need to sleep. Maybe I'll have another good dream about Willow.
~Oz~
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January 15, 2000
Dear Diary,
I came so close to losing my scholarship. I made a B minus on my midterm paper. Sucks you know. I truely hate this. I had a nervous breakdown this afternoon. I just couldn't stop crying. I miss him so much. I've been telling you this constantly, but for some reason today I just lost it. I think it all started when I went to the Bronze, and the Dingos appeared to have a new lead guitarist. He sucked majorly, but I haven't felt this terrible my entire life. For some reason, I'm starting to dread that he won't come back. I don' t know what is wrong with me. I can't even feel him anymore. Usually it was bearable when I could still remember his touch, and the way he smelled. I forgot all of it now. Maybe my dreams will help me remember. Provided I even have a dream. That's right, I didn't have a dream last night. It scared me beyond belief. I'm wondering if Oz had a dream last night. I wonder if he dyed his hair yet. All I have left of him right now, is the memory of his eyes. I've even forgotten what it feels like when his short mustache tickles my nose every time he kisses me. I hate this. I thought I could hold on, but I can't. It's getting worse every day now. All I want is him. It sounds simple enough, but he's not here. It's all I've wanted ever since he left. Now I want him even more now that I know I can't remember him. I want his touch, I want him to come back to me. I've lost the connection and I don't know why. I want it back though. I want it back. I want him back. To any normal person, they would say I was obsessed, but is there really anything wrong in that? I love him, and I know he loves me. Is it so wrong for me to want him the way I do? Or is this what love is like? In the end your going to hate it. No matter what, once you've lost it your doomed to a misearable life. It sounds like I'm exagerating but I'm not. Ask Buffy. I haven't laughed in months. I've barely spoken. The last day I ate was the 11th of January. I don't even care anymore. If he comes back, he'll come back. Till then, I'm destined to waste away in this god forsaken town. I'm not even interested in my magic, which I'm sure has angered the goddess hecate. I've often thought about summoning Oz, but I won't and I can't use witch craft on him. I think I'm cursed. The way I felt about Xander, is nothing compared to the way I feel about Oz. I know it's sad, but compared to Oz...Xander is trash. I love him dearly, but this is the first time his name has come into my head since Christmas. I don't think of Xander as trash, but when I compare him to Oz, he doesn't even score a one on a one to ten scale. Oz is my everything, and I want him back. I want to marry him, and have his children, and live with him for eternity. I know they say first love's never last. This one does though, at least for me it does. I've been sleeping in his bed a lot more now. I never told you that did I? I've been sleeping in his bed, hoping and preying that he'll come home and he'll see me there and that everything will be okay. I know it won't but I have to hope. I feel worse then the way I did when there was that fluke between me and Xander. It's terrible though. I'm losing hope. I'm losing my memory and I want it back. Regardless the future consequences.
~Willow~
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January 15, 2000
Dear Diary,
I am now sufficiently wigged, and I plan on leaving back for SunnyDale before the next full moon. Why, you might ask? I've lost the connection. I'm losing my Willow. She's all I can think about night and day, but I can't remember her anymore. I've forgotten her scent, her touch, her kisses. I've forgotten them all. I didn't even have a dream about her last night, which might I add isn't a good thing. I told Jason about it, and he told me I was ready. I asked him what he was talking about. He said, "Oz...I told you. Once you can make it through one night without thinking about her, you'll be ready to go back to her," I'm ready. I have to be. I'm leaving, tomarrow. If Jason says I'm ready then I'm ready. I'm sure as hell not going to argue with him. The sooner I can go back the better. It's strange. I had no dream about her, but I woke up with tears in my eyes. I don't know what's wrong with me. Maybe it is the anticipation. What ever it is, I want it to end now. She's my Willow, and I want her now. I'm ditching the van. Jason says he'll give me six grande for it. I told him I would take it, because I tried selling it before for only $500 and people still wouldn't take it. I want to call Buffy and Willow and tell them that I'm coming back, but I want Willow to be the first to know and I don't want to risk Buffy answering the phone. It's official though. I'll be in SunnyDale at 3pm tomarrow. SunnyDale never sounded so great to my ears until now. I'm going to buy me a big bottle of white wine, and bring it home. I wonder if Willow will be sleeping in my bed when I get home. I had several dreams about her sleeping in it. I know one thing is for sure though. I'm never going to stop loving her the way I do right now. If she went to hell I would follow her. Because no place is truely hell when she is there with you. Farewell Diary. This is probably the last time you'll hear from me.
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Authors note: This part of the story is told from the narrators point of view. Thus, no more diary. Sorry, I know how much people like reading a persons most personal thoughts and ideas. Shame on you. You should no better to read another persons diary. j/k. :-)
Another night had gone by without Oz. Psychology was over, so Willow decided to head over to Oz's. She didn't expect him to be there, she was just going over there for comfort. She wanted to feel close to him. His own bed didn't even smell like him anymore. All she had were pictures of him and her at the beach and the movies and every other place in SunnyDale. She headed up to his bed room, where she could possibly slip into one of his larger more comfortable t-shirts. Changing shirts and dropping her jeans she slid into the comfort of his bed. She didn't have a dream about him the night before either. Just when she was starting to doze off, the front door opened.
Oz surveyed his surroundings. Everything seemed to be the same, but he could tell Willow was in the house. He smiled to himself, jogging up the stairs. Willow scrunched her nose at the intrusive noise. At first she willed it to go away. Then there was a light kiss on her forehead. Opening her eyes in surprise, she nearly jumped out of her skin with joy. Oz was standing over her, his warm eyes conveying how much he missed her and how happy he was to see her. Smiling, she sat up to hug him. Tears started leaking through her eyes. She sobbed quietly into his shoulder. She couldn't believe he was real. She pulled away and kissed his cheek. She was hysterical. He looked the same. His skin felt foreign to her fingers though. She brushed her hand through his gelled hair, then hugged him again.
"You're real, right?" Willow asked, holding him to her. He sighed, and held his girlfriend, kissing her cheek.
"I'm real baby. I'm back." Oz said, closing his eyes, mesmorising every inch of her body. The way she smelt, the way she felt. He could tell she had lost alot of weight. It scared him a great deal. "Baby what happened to you?" Oz asked, noticing her bony structure. There was hardly any fat on her body. Taking her hand in his, he stroked her knuckles then kissed them tenderly. Tears started leaking from his eyes as well.
"I'm sorry. I just missed you so much. Don't ever do that again. Please? Please don't ever do that to me again," Willow pleaded now sobbing incontrolably.
"I'm never leaving you again. Never," Oz declared. She pulled away to look him in the eyes. Leaning forward, she kissed him fully on the lips. Oz nearly jumped into orbit at the feel of them. He never thought she would feel this good to him. She pulled away slowly before he could kiss her back though.
"Promise me..." Willow pleaded. Tears glided down his cheek. He loved her so much.
"I promise. I'll never leave you," Oz replied. A lock of hair fell over the tears sliding down her cheeks. Oz made a move to put it back, then wiped away her tears with his calloused thumbs. He bent his head, kissing her deeply. Passionately. Oz kneeled down on the bed, bringing the blankets up from under neath him. His hands found the bony structure of her rib cage then frowned. "I can't believe I did this to you," Oz said looking down at his frail but still beautiful girlfriend.
"You didn't mean to. It's not your fault. You're back. At least I didn't get any worse. Just imagine what I'd look like if you waited for another full moon," Willow replied. Oz's eyes saddened, but nodded his head.
"I love you," Oz said kissing the hollow of her throat.
"Me too," Willow said, bringing his lips to hers. "Me too," Willow assured, drawing his shirt up above his head.
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Back to the diary peeps.
Dear Diary,
We're back together. We've forgiven each other. We're going to the desert during the summer to see what Oz has been bragging about. Then we're going to go to Alaska to see what Willow has been bragging about. Then we're just going to get lost. Together.
~Willow&Oz~