Originally posted by
DarkChild
The Edge of Forever Disclaimer: Alas, I don't own BtVS. Wish I did but...
Summary: Let's see. I really suck at summaries, so...
Six months after the events of GRAVE, Willow has just returned to Sunnydale, but...Oh screw this! I can't think of a good summary! Just read please. (puppy dog eyes)
Rating: PG-13
Prologue Dawn stared at the redhead's still form. It seemed almost dead, simply lying there in the dark. She tiptoed into Tar...into Willow's room. No matter what happened, the room would always belong to the two witches, no matter where they were.
She was still angry at Buffy for wanting to have Willow stay in a separate room. She understood the reasoning, but still...Willow needed it. She needed to be as close to Tara as she could. That room must have killed her. Close, yet so far away.
The redhead had been back for about a week and had yet to say a word. Part of her wanted to slap some sense into the other girl, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. Willow was powerful, and Dawn was sure that if Willow really tried, tried something new, then they could have Tara back. She hadn't said this to Willow yet. She probably never would.
She gently placed herself next to the broken girl. How did everything get so messed up? When? Giles had called almost daily from England to give them any news. Most of the time, Dawn had been lucky enough to intercept the calls. Buffy had only heard of one suicide attempt. She had heard of at least five.
The redhead would only cry in her dreams. She hadn't cried since that day on King Man's Bluff. Everyone seemed to be taking that as a good sign. How could it be though? How could someone be fine when they couldn't cry?
She had seen the look in Willow's blackened eyes. She wasn't sure if anyone else had though.
The pale girl gave a tiny shudder and curled herself as much as she could onto her missing lover's pillow. Dawn slowly wrapped her arms around her sister-in-arms. She only hoped that it would bring some comfort.
She had personally done the laundry the day Willow had come home. Made sure that the room had a little Tara-scent. It wasn't enough though.
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It wasn't enough though. She knew that the young girl had tried to get rid of the void. She knew that Dawn had really tried. But nothing could bring her back. She was gone, really gone.
She had been going through the motions. She ate because they wanted her too. She didn't talk though. Everyone was trying to make her feel better. They couldn't though. They just...couldn't.
She cast another glance toward the now sleeping girl's form and once again closed her eyes. Tara didn't sleep though.