TheDarkDeath

Before Tara could say anything, or anyone else could speak for that matter, she felt her stomach lurch and shoved past Xander, diving for the bathroom door. She collapsed in front of the toilet, gripping her chest so hard her knuckles were turning white, and emptied the contents of her stomach into it. As she gagged and coughed, getting rid of the rejected contents of her stomach, she was distantly aware of voices behind her. "Wh-what did you just say, Xander?" The first voice spoke; it was Buffy's, Tara realized. Someone came rushing up the stairs and pushed past Xander, coming around the corner to stand in the hallway. Tara got a small gl

Two years, Willow thought. Tomorrow, it'll have been two years since Tara died. She sighed and sat back, folding her arms over her chest and staring out the window into the dark city. After Sunnydale has collapsed into the Hellmouth, closing it forever, Buffy and company had driven to the only place they knew someone would take them in: L.A. and Angel. But Angel had been busy, and Buffy had wanted to put as much distance between her and Angel as possible. So once everyone had recuperated (after about a week or so) everyone had piled onto a plane and headed off to England, with Giles; once there, Giles had decided to start rebuilding a new Wa

She'd visited her grave so many times before; and every time it was harder than the last. To keep going back, to keep sitting there, in the grass, touching the marble stone head engraved with her name. But she kept coming back; she would always come back. Willow sniffled as she traced a finger over the 'T' in Tara's name, engraved into the headstone. A single tear escaped her eye and fell down her cheek, off her chin and into the grass. "Baby…" she whispered, her breath barely audible. Her bottom lip quivered and she felt her hand begin shaking. Nervously, she pulled it away and rest it in her lap, wringing it together with her other ha