Losing Ground

[its_worthdoing]

[She only has to wake up to know. All the off Willow feels is confirmed by a cursory look around the room. She doesn't linger.

The lingering hurts more.

From three. To two.

Then one.

Despite all the knowing, she makes the brief walk to the room-that-ever-was.

The words are soft and contained]

Jilly's gone. Jilly's gone home.

[And then, before she can think better of it? Or quadruple doubt herself? She filters someone in particular]


She's -- she's gone Billy. I woke up and she was just gone.

Comments

[wield]

How you holding up? [ Her tone is soft, audibly concerned as she stares at Willow, trying to read her emotions. ]

[its_worthdoing]

[Something flickers in her expression. The sad part. She is never good at hiding it and Buffy could always read her anyway]

If you take the word 'up' out of it, you're closer.