Re: Anne-Lise's Snippets (Edition 3)

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> P.S.: The usual More! is still missing, but that's just this time

Aw. Okay. I'll stop.

Anne-Lise.

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Xander stands alone in his apartment. A book he's stolen from 
Willow lies open at a page on the kitchen counter. An ethereal blue 
glow surrounds him momentarily. He shakes his head, as if nothing's 
happened, then opens his mouth. "There's a pain in my heart, a sense 
of sorrow to impart; There's no room for laughter in my soul. I've 
been in search of a destiny that would end my misery, to break the 
chains that keep me from feeling whole."
Anya enters the apartment and approaches Xander. She hugs him 
tightly and steps away. "Nobody pays me attention. My value's 
unrecognised!" Xander frowns and stares at the floor. "My looks are 
nothing to mention, and I see through an ex-demon's eyes." Xander 
looks back up, shaking his head. "But why is it you can see... The 
woman that I want to be?" Anya caresses Xander's cheek lovingly. "Why 
is it that you don't really... despise... me?"
Xander looks at his fiancee, and says, bleakly. "I wake up to a 
world that's grey as people outside go their own way. No future to 
care about, no fairytale wish; living like this is no heavenly 
bliss..." Tears track down Anya's cheeks. "Staring at wallpaper, 
watching the box. I wait for the phone to ring, wait for the door to 
knock. I tried to help Buffy but I just got in her way, what made me 
think I could help her to slay? I thought I was helping..." He 
laughed, "dumb noble thoughts in my head... But maybe its all my 
fault she's dead."
Anya stares into her fiance's eyes. "My whole life's been a lie, 
I've lived in a shell, dispensing to men their own personal hells; so 
how can I help you if my life seems like only a dream?" She puts her 
hands on Xander's head, not knowing how to comfort him in his moment 
of torment. "But I've seen the worst of Man since I've been around; I 
know your heart is pure, your courage abounds. I've seen the best of 
Man inside your soul, and I need you, Xander... You make me feel pure 
and whole."

*

Willow wakes up to see Tara's sleeping form. She struggles out of 
bed and stretches her arms, and sings, "It was love; not lust or raw 
desire... That lit my soul with its primal fire! Gladly would I have 
died for her, but instead, she died for me..." Behind her, Tara wakes 
up and listens. "Through Winter's cold and Summer's heat, diligently 
she patrolled the streets; Without her, I am no more complete... Just 
a shell of my former self."
Tara steps up behind Willow and wraps her arms around her. "W...was 
it because of me she gave up her life? Was my love for you like 
Brutus' knife? Was I the c...core of all her strife? Am I to blame 
for her tragic death?"
Tears trickle down Willow's face as she's unable to meet Tara's 
gaze. Willow replies, "For now, my heart is an open book, and 
everywhere my tired eyes look, as emotionless as an old man's fuck I 
see a world without her..." Tara hugs tighter, not knowing what to 
do, or say. "Yet I feel her everywhere... When I see you, I feel 
she's there. She is still my atmosphere... She was all that I held 
dear..." These words break Tara's heart, but even now she's unable to 
let go of Willow, her love, her world...
"Y...you said we would always be together... We would never part, 
nothing would come between us..."
Willow's eyes are as pale as a glacial storm as she stares at 
Tara. "Buffy's death has broken that tether; The scars upon my soul 
are far too serious..."
"I l...loved her too, I cherished her too..." Tara's face, a mirror 
of her broken heart becomes.
Willow stares blankly out of the window. "I'll keep my promises," 
she whispers.