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Chapter 16After Willow left Tara’s house, Tara found herself looking out her window, catching a raindrop in her eye, and following it until its end at the pavement. Her blue eyes simply staring at the closest object to her, because the only thing she wanted to follow, was the thing furthest away.
“Tara.” Her father called up the stairs. “I need to have a word. Come downstairs for a second please.”
Tara’s father had a tone in his voice Tara rarely heard, and when she did, made her heart hurt. She felt like there was something coming, to break her. The only other time Tara had heard this tone, was on the night of her uncle’s death. Tara walked steadily down the stairs, and came to a pause when she saw her father and mother sitting at the kitchen table, both had coffee mugs clenched between their palms.
“Lets have a chat.” Her father smiled weakly.
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Willow approached her own house in a daze, as though she was walking into emptiness, even though her heart was at it’s fullest. A light spring in her step, and a faded smile upon her face, she held herself high. Yet, there was something in her eyes, as if looking into her eyes you see her brain thinking, quickly.
She stopped at her porch, turned, and sat. Facing the road, which was almost vacant and watching the puddles gather rain. She looked into her palm, her cell phone embedded between all five fingers. She pushed a simple button and brought the phone up to her face, “Buffy? Could you come over, just for a sec?”
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“Okay, dad. Thank you. Both.” Tara said, smiling to her parents.
“Now go pack. You’re leaving soon.” Her mother nodded towards the stairs.
Tara nodded her head, “Yes ma’am.” Turned and walked up the stairs.
“My college girl…” Her mother whispered at the empty staircase.
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“So what you’re telling me is… what?” Buffy asked, hesitantly.
“Buffy, look around me. I live in this house by myself over three- hundred days of the year, my parents forget my birthday and I don’t need a job until I’m at least thirty.”
“And that means…”
“Buffy, everything I am…” Willow stood, and snuffled back tears. Her face scrunching, “Everything I want to be, will soon be leaving, halfway across country! I wont even be able to see her smile, Buffy.” She closed her eyes and inhaled a deep breath. “I have nothing here when she leaves.”
“Everything you’ve said to me in the past ten minutes makes complete sense, Will. Its sweet, and Tara’s lucky. But, what are we proposing here?”
“This is my plan…” Willow started.
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I know there was a lot of jumping around there, and I apologize, but it was the only way I could tie in both stories without finishing each conversation. Mystery’s always good, right?
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