AUTHOR: tarawillow<3
DISCLAIMER: The oh mighty creator of life, Joss Whedon ! , owns these beautiful beings. Only us Kitten beg at his feet to write a little fic of our beloved gods.
FEEDBACK: Yes please ! I'm rubbish at writing, so anything will be valuable info for me !
PAIRINGS: W/T
RATING: R (maybe more later on *smirk*)
SUMMARY: Tara left Willow in season 6, Willow ran off to LA and now lives with Faith.
NOTES: Though Will and Faith are in bed together, THEY ARE NOT IN A RELATIONSHIP, they happen to share a bed, but only as friends.Like In my name is Earl, Earl and his friend live together and sleep in the same bed.
« I don’t think this is gonna work » Tara said sadly, tears in her eyes, looking at the woman she loves. Willow displays a petrified look on her face, in sudden realization of whats to come.
« You’re gonna leave me ? »
« I am... » a tear made its way down her face as she finished « I can’t believe i’m actually saying this » Willow sniffed then whipped her eyes and stood up .
She kissed the blonde’s cheek before saying « I.. I guess this is goodbye » she caressed her cheek before murmuring « I love you » and leaving, sobbing.
She ran back to Buffy’s house and packed her bags quickly. Enough to fit in a backpack. She silently made her way down the stairs and ran out.
Tara ran to the Summers house and entered, crying.
« Tara ! What’s wrong what happened ? » Buffy asked concerned, as she and Dawn made their way upstairs to join the other girl.
They look at her confused as Tara looked at the cupboard. Many of Willow’s clothes missing.
« Tara ? » Dawn asked as she hugged her « What happened ? did you and Willow argue ? i’ll have a big macho talk to her if it was her fault your crying »
Buffy looked at the cupboard and several clothes scattered on the floor.
« She left. »
« Why ? » Dawn asked her sister who looked at Tara.
« W-we broke up »
--
I sit next to Faith on our bed in our small flat.
« how did we get here ? » I ask her with a hint of sadness in my voice.
« You screwed up with T, i’m a murdered » She replied bluntly. I look at her frowning.
« You’re not a murdered. You messed up. Just as i did » She smiles back lightly and stands up and grabs her clothes.
« Sure Red. Anyhow, i’m going to go get dressed » She said as she left for the bathroom.
I sigh and crawl back under the warm covers.
I grab Faith’s pillow and squash it on my face, trying to block out my thoughts. ‘Cause if you met the champion babbler, thats nothing compared to me !
OK, getting up now.
I roll off the bed and stand up. I grab a t-shirt and kakis slip them on and head to the kitchen.
I grab two bowls and fill ‘em with milk and cheerios and serving two glasses of apple juice.
« No cookin’ this morning ? » Faith asked as she entered the room, still drying her hair with a towl.
« Meh, not in the mood. »
« One of those days huh ? » I nodd, she smirks and we both eat our breakfast.
---
should i continue writing ?




