June 15th, 2005

Dream

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I've been avoiding everyone since Xander and I talked the other day. But, as I stand quietly in the trees, looking at where Willow sits quietly off by herself, I realize that I just can't keep avoiding her anymore. I have to go over and talk to her because, if I don't, I might never do it.

And I don't think Buffy would like that very much.

Taking a deep breath, I walk out of my "hiding place" and over to her. She looks up and her mouth forms a small 'o' of surprise. So very much like the Willow I've always known. So very much the same. I bite the inside of my lip to stop myself from turning and running back into the trees.

I can do this.

I can.

I don't give her the chance to get up. I sit down beside her and pick up a stick, dragging it through the dirt nervously. I take another breath and my heart pounds in my chest. I'm drawing a circle now, a straight line below it, arms, legs, eyes, a nose, a mouth ... I can do this. I can say hello.

Why hasn't she spoken first?

Why is this so hard?

Damn it.

"Hi."

I start to draw another stick figure and wait for her response.
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