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Title: Stuck in Preludes (Prologue to Stuck in Overdrive).
Stuck in Preludes. Prologue to Stuck in Overdrive.
Willow slept. Her shoulder length red hair cascaded over her pillow as she dreamt dreams of happier times. Of happier places. Dreams of Buffy.
The Bronze was full, yet empty at the same time. Willow made her way through the throngs of people swaying gently with each other to the music, but it was as if they weren’t really there. The redhead made her way to the stage, and found her holy grail. The blonde haired lead singer strummed her acoustic and sang into the microphone, eyes closed and long hair gently blowing in the cool breeze. Willow rested her elbows on the railing and watched, entranced by her angel.
"And I’d give up forever to touch you" She sang sweetly, her voicefilling
the club and flowing into Willow’s ears. "You’re the closest to heaven that I’ll ever be" She sang again, still
looking at Willow. Buffy unslung her guitar from her shoulders, yet it still sounded. The
rhythmic strumming of the strings still reverberated through the club. She
stepped away from the microphone and walked off the stage, yet her voice could
still be heard. Time seemed to slow for Willow as Buffy walked slowly towards her. Avoiding
people yet not seeming to move to the side or change course at all. Her eyes
remained locked with her love all the time, as she closed the distance between
them. "And sooner or later it’s over" They were standing in front of each other, finally. Willow opened her mouth to speak, to tell Buffy how much she cared for her, how much she loved her,but the blonde put a delicate finger on the girl’s soft red lips. "Shhhhh," she commanded softly, and rested her head on Willow’s shoulder. "I know," Buffy brought her head back up, and they stared into each others eyes. Two blue orbs full of love gazed into two emerald orbs filled with equal passion. The most beautiful thing to ever happen in the world happened in that instant. A feeling of reciprocated desire passed between them. Not desire in the sexual sense, but a deeper desire. Spritual desire, two souls longing for each other to become complete.
Buffy moved forward those few centimetres and touched her lips with Willow’s. Her disembodied singing burst into chorus. The two broke off the kiss, burying their faces in each other. "I missed you so much," Willow breathed into her pillow of blonde hair. "And I missed you," Buffy replied. "I love you so much." The blonde said, sealing her declaration with a kiss to Willow’s cheek.
They swayed to the music, as the chorus came again. "And I don’t want the world to see me" The two soulmates swayed in time to the music, locked in each other’s embrace. They seemed to glow with each other, outshining all the other couples on the dancefloor and only seeing each other. "And I don’t want the world to see me" "I just want you to know who I am" "I just want you to know who I am" "I just want you to know who I am" Buffy’s voice finished the song with a long note. As the last chord played on the guitar Willow and her Buffy lifted their heads for the last time and kissed lightly, ever so lightly. A lover’s kiss. "I have to go." Buffy whispered. "I know." Willow replied. They clutched each other tightly. Oddly, the sun seemed to rise in just a few seconds. Willow turned her face to it and let it warm her skin, whilst Buffy warmed her body. Not two seconds later, it was her bed sheet warming her body, not her love.
It was another day in hell. But for Willow, it was bearable.
Somewhere in another place, a blonde haired girl, about sixteen years old smiled as she walked through fields in summer. "I love you Willow." She breathed to the wind.
Back in our world, Willow smiled.
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