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Disclaimer:I do not own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. They belong to 20th Century Fox, Joss Whedon, and Mutant Enemy. I am using them without permission, however I am not making any money off them so please do not sue me.
Author's Notes:This is an angsty story. Spike/Willow, kind of strange I know. But at least it's not Angel/Willow, or Buffy/Spike, believe me I was tempted. Ick, huh? Anyway this is kind of sad. That's it, enjoy.
I could never have imagined it would be like this, but I should have.
I should have known there would be a price. That there was only one way this could end. It was inevitable, there was no way around it. I'm immortal, she wasn't. I should have seen it coming. Should have known the price for our love.
I saw what happened with Angel and the slayer. Saw his pain when she was taken from him.
That should have been my clue. We were no different from them, we were just as doomed.
Except they were each other's destiny, we were just coincidence.
She came into my life and she changed me. She gave me back my humanity, and not just my doing the spell. She also taught me to laugh, and cry.
That's what I'm doing now, crying for my beloved.
My love for Drusilla lasted centuries, but it was different than this. This was pure, sweet, that was tainted. Tainted by who we were, what we were, by the life we lived.
We were demons, and although we loved it would always be tainted by that.
My love for Willow was different, because she was different. She was a human being, full of life and love. She taught me about love, showing me how to be a person again.
She was the best thing that ever happened to me, all she asked for was that I love her. And I did, I'll never stop.
I don't know how to stop. I don't want to. I just wish I could have her back. I would do anything to bring her back to life.
But I can't, she's gone.
There was nothing I could do stop her from dying, I tried, but I couldn't. Every mortal eventually dies, I should know that by now.
But I didn't want to think about it, I didn't want to imagine life without her. But now I have to do more than imagine it, I have to live it. I'm not sure to do it.
I don't know how to let her go.