Mourning My Loss:Completed!
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Adult +
Chapters:
16
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13
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Mourning My Loss: Chapter 3
Mourning My Loss
By: Oracle Of Magic
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the BTVS characters, they are the property of Joss Whedon, and Mutant Enemy productions. No copyright infringement is intended. I am writing this story purely for enjoyment.
Thanks to everyone who's reviewed so far. I apologize for the short update. So, here it is Mourning My Loss, chapter 3. As always, please comment, leave fb, tell me whatcha think.
*****
Part 3
I must have fallen asleep, because when I look at the clock it’s past noon. Buffy’s still there, reading through one of her history books. “You didn’t have to stay,” I say.
“Not a problem,” she answers. “How are you feeling?”
“Better,” I answer. She grins, I can tell she’s relieved.
“That’s good, I’ll have Dawn bring in lunch,” she says. Dawn cooking? What strange world am I in? Buffy must have sensed that, because she broke into a full smile. “I know just what you mean. Xander made lunch.”
“In that case, sure, bring it on,” I answer, suddenly hungry. Buffy stands up and walks out the door, returning a few minutes later with Dawn, and what looks like edible food. That shocks me, then I remember Xander cooked. Ok, not quite as strange now.
Lunch is a very simple affair, sandwiches and soup. Afterwards Buffy and Dawn go out to do some errands, but not before checking to make sure I am ok. Truth is, I just need some time alone.
I slip on my robe and pad slowly around the room. It hurts, it hurts so bad. Everything reminds me of her, of what I lost. I don’t know how time flew by so fast, but Buffy sticks her head in and tells me dinner’s ready.
I walk downstairs and grab a plate, then head back upstairs to my room. I sit there eating in silence, not even tasting the food as it slides down my throat. I take my dishes down to the kitchen and quickly wash them.
Back in my room I can feel the tide of fear rising, it happens every night. Night is when I miss her the most. I can’t face sleeping without her there to hold. To say goodnight to. Some of my worst moments are at night.
I take two Benadryl, I know I shouldn’t still be taking the stuff. I was just supposed to take it for a few nights. But I can’t help it, I can’t sleep on my own. I know it has long term effects, but right now I’m just worried about making it through the night.
I sit on my bed, trying to focus on something, anything. Anything other than how much I miss Tara. I miss just being able to see her smile, that beautiful smile. What I would give to see it just one last time. One last time….
***
tbc...
So whatcha think? Thanks for taking the time to read this.
Blessed Be,
Sarah
By: Oracle Of Magic
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the BTVS characters, they are the property of Joss Whedon, and Mutant Enemy productions. No copyright infringement is intended. I am writing this story purely for enjoyment.
Thanks to everyone who's reviewed so far. I apologize for the short update. So, here it is Mourning My Loss, chapter 3. As always, please comment, leave fb, tell me whatcha think.
*****
Part 3
I must have fallen asleep, because when I look at the clock it’s past noon. Buffy’s still there, reading through one of her history books. “You didn’t have to stay,” I say.
“Not a problem,” she answers. “How are you feeling?”
“Better,” I answer. She grins, I can tell she’s relieved.
“That’s good, I’ll have Dawn bring in lunch,” she says. Dawn cooking? What strange world am I in? Buffy must have sensed that, because she broke into a full smile. “I know just what you mean. Xander made lunch.”
“In that case, sure, bring it on,” I answer, suddenly hungry. Buffy stands up and walks out the door, returning a few minutes later with Dawn, and what looks like edible food. That shocks me, then I remember Xander cooked. Ok, not quite as strange now.
Lunch is a very simple affair, sandwiches and soup. Afterwards Buffy and Dawn go out to do some errands, but not before checking to make sure I am ok. Truth is, I just need some time alone.
I slip on my robe and pad slowly around the room. It hurts, it hurts so bad. Everything reminds me of her, of what I lost. I don’t know how time flew by so fast, but Buffy sticks her head in and tells me dinner’s ready.
I walk downstairs and grab a plate, then head back upstairs to my room. I sit there eating in silence, not even tasting the food as it slides down my throat. I take my dishes down to the kitchen and quickly wash them.
Back in my room I can feel the tide of fear rising, it happens every night. Night is when I miss her the most. I can’t face sleeping without her there to hold. To say goodnight to. Some of my worst moments are at night.
I take two Benadryl, I know I shouldn’t still be taking the stuff. I was just supposed to take it for a few nights. But I can’t help it, I can’t sleep on my own. I know it has long term effects, but right now I’m just worried about making it through the night.
I sit on my bed, trying to focus on something, anything. Anything other than how much I miss Tara. I miss just being able to see her smile, that beautiful smile. What I would give to see it just one last time. One last time….
***
tbc...
So whatcha think? Thanks for taking the time to read this.
Blessed Be,
Sarah