Gone

She’s gone.
My beautiful, innocent little witch who stuck up with me, stayed by my side… is gone. Her sweet face, her slender hands… so cold, so pale. Oh, God. That bloody Slayer… she couldn’t even protect her best friend. Her wrists are slit – her blood spilled all over the floor. For the first time in almost 200 years, the sight disgusts me. Why has she done this?
The Slayer’s weeping, as she should be – her Poof and that bloody Initiative bastard are comforting her. Willow should be comforting me, not in that bathtub, her green eyes closed as if in sleep. God, I know I’ve messed up bad, but did you really have to take her away from me like this?
What am I going to do now without my little redhead? How am I supposed to go on? How brave of her to slit her own wrists. I couldn’t even stake myself a year ago. Why wasn’t I here to save her?! After she saved my life, I should have been here!
There’s a stake in my pocket. My lucky one. ‘s always there, for emergencies. Willow blessed it with perfect aim. Hopefully that’s good enough – I’ll miss otherwise. Why do I always cry at times like this? Love really sucks.
I wipe the tears away, pick up my Willow one last time, hold her close, kiss her goodbye. I probably won’t see her again, but who knows – stranger things have happened. Thank God her eyes are closed. If they’d been open – I wouldn’t be able to do this. One swift stroke – please let it strike true.
Forgive me, Willow… I’m coming to find you…

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