BTVS/AtS: Willow 59/100 Set 2 Prompt #66: Empty (original) (raw)
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Jan. 19th, 2006 | 11:51 am
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Title: Morning After
Author: Gabrielle
Rating: PG-13/FRT-13
Pairing: Willow/Kennedy
Prompt: #66 Empty
Word Count: 274
Disclaimer: I own nothing. It all belongs to Joss and a bunch of other people who are not now and have never been me.
Author's Notes: This was originally written for joss_las, but it also fits a prompt here and I really wanted to get back into the swing of things at this community.
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Morning After
Another morning after, achy and awful, with a mouth that tasted like the bottom of a birdcage and a headache that beat a tattoo in her temples like the marching band at the late, unlamented Sunnydale High.
Willow wasn’t sure she could take much more “fun.” Especially when she was always the one who had to pick up the apartment; cleaning up the empty liquor bottles, reams of pointless confetti, sometimes even pools of vomit left by the nameless “friends” of her exuberant young lover on their once-lovely hardwood floors.
It was always on these mornings that she wondered why she stayed with Kennedy, why she didn’t just leave. When she wondered if it would really be so terrible to be alone. Wondered what it would be like to spend evenings curled up with a good book and some soft music, the way a normal woman past her teenage partying years might do.
But then the pain would remind her, and she’d sigh, just as she did now, and go back to picking up the detritus of yet another celebration of nothing. She stayed because she had to. It wasn’t because Kennedy had a pierced tongue and knew how to use it. And sadly, it wasn’t because crisis-spawned chemistry had blossomed into something more. She stayed because, if she left, it meant that she was acknowledging the truth: that she had traded in her grief for her Tara for something that was so far from equal to the love she had lost that it made a mockery of what she and Tara had shared. And Willow couldn’t bring herself to face that just yet.
The End