Aftermath

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In the darkness she sat, quite, alone. The trip to England had been rough, Giles had not spoken to her the whole time; he merely showed her the room she would be staying in and left her there. Willow knew what she done, she had murdered Warren, she had nearly killed Dawn and worst of all - she had nearly destrroyed the world. Horror gripped her mind, thoughts of suicide and desperation swelled around her like rising water, threatening to drown her sanity. The only thing Willow wanted was for Tara to cuddle her, re-assure her that everything would be okay; but she knew she would never see Tara again. Tara was dead. Willow screamed in frustration and fear, "Tara, Tara baby I miss you! I miss you so much! Please Tara-", she choked on her words and began to cry uncontrollably. Her cries echoed though the dark room, the seemed to strech on forever.

Willow was huddled in a corner, her head between her knees, she could hear voices screaming at her from within her own head: "you nearly killed Dawn!", "Willow, you're using too much magic!", "I still love you". She thought of Buffy and Sunnydale, she thought of Tara's funeral and how she would miss it, and she also thought of how, if ever, she returned her friends would ignore her. Willow prayed in the darkness, she prayed Tara to come back, just one last time. All she wanted was to say goodbye- after everything she thought she deserved that. Despite this, she knew in her heart that Tara couldn't possibly come back, it was never going to ha-

All of a sudden there was a tremendous roar of thunder, a bright light erupted in the middle of the room and Willows eyes were black. In the middle of that blinding light, was a human shape...

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