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"Choose".

Her eyes are defiant, her voice aggressive. She wants me to choose, positive I'll choose her. He looks at me, his eyes are pleading and soulful. How do I How can I pick between the man who knows me, the boy I discovered myself with, the boy who owned my heart for six years, and the girl who's had it for the past two?

"Oz," Willow says, hurt in her voice, "Who do you love? Me or Devon? Your girlfriend who loves your or the guy who's the whore of Sunnydale?"

"What?!? Oz, man, your bitch just called ME a whore!"

Darn it, I have to talk. Quick, what do I say?

"First of all, Will, Devon is not a whore, he's my first love and the guy I lost my virginity to. He's been there for me since pre-school. He was there for me when you weren't, and when you cheated on me. I love him." She starts to answer and I hold up my hand. I can see the disgust in her eyes, but I can also see that she loves me.

"Dev, don't call Willow a bitch. She's the first girl - and the second person - that I ever loved. She was there when you weren't, and when you were sleeping around with random groupies. She's my beautiful, shy Willow, and I love her." They look confused. Dammit, I'm going to have to keep talking. I hate talking too much.

"Okay, let me try and clear this up. You both know that wolves mate for life. Well, werewolves do too, except for one difference. The alpha male takes two mates. A female, who shares his love and his days, and a rogue male, who is his soulmate, and shares his nights. You see, unlike humans, I am designed to be hopelessly in love with both of you, and I'm torn apart. If I hurt either of you I won't survive."

They still look confused, Willow's gonna say something, I think. No, wait, Devon's talking.

"I'm your soulmate?" He asks, quietly, his voice full of awe. He answers himself, "Yeah, I can feel that, I . . . I understand, Oz, I love you and I accept it." Willow's scowling. It doesn't fit her face, it doesn't look right on her.

"Willow, please don't scowl, it doesn't fit your face, it doesn't look right on you. You're too pretty to frown like that." Her face softens, and I can see love, mixed with fear in her eyes.

"Oz, I love you so much. Would it really destroy you that much?" I nod. "Well, in that case I guess I really have to accept it. But if you want this to work, I need to get to know Devon better." I smile.

"Thank you. You both have my heart and my soul."

We do a group hug. It should be cheesy but it's not. It's perfect. Who do I love? I love two, and I am loved by both. If only more humans could know what it's like, they wouldn't care about one-on-one relationships. Or maybe they would. I don't know, I'm thinking too much. But it doesn't matter, this is the way it is, and for me, it feels right, it feels perfect.

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"So who's it gonna be, is it him or me?
Who do you love
Who do you need
You're messing up my mind
And wasting all my time
Who do you love
What do you feel
You're tearing me apart
Am I the one
Who can make you fly up above
Is it me who can take you higher
Than you're dreaming of
Now who do you love
Who do you love?"

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