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DISCLAIMER: Not even this 'verse belongs to me. Depressed Winner at The Dark Awards A LITTLE TOO LATE by Leni A Little Too Late Oz entered the library, whistling softly as he scouted around the room. Noticing that it was deserted he stopped at mid-note. Weird. There was nobody behind the computer, offering help when he supposedly couldnt find a book. The chairs were empty, no soft voice explaining algebra to her apparently and hopefully best friend. Nobody was sitting on the floor, never quite reaching a table because the text was too interesting to wait. Oz frowned. "Can I help you?" He turned around, wondering who else would willingly be here. The librarian. Of course. Oz shifted uncomfortably, he had never crossed more than three words with the older man. "I was looking for " He stopped abruptly, realising that he didnt know her name. "Theres always this girl here," he explained, "a cute one. Redhead." The mans face darkened. "Im sorry, son." He put his hand on Ozs shoulder, an old sign of support and understanding. "Willow is-" Oz didnt hear the rest of the sentence. He closed his eyes and remembered sweet smiles and shy words that would never happen again.
From The Ashes Five minutes after Oz noticed someone trailing him, he remembered where he recognised his new shadow from. Without a name, he just called "Hey you!" and waited until the other guy reached him. "You were asking for Willow," the boy began. Oz nodded slowly. "You liked her." Silence. "She liked you too." An amused smile. "I was just convincing her to ask you out when " He stopped and took a deep breath. "Would have made matters a lot easier if you had asked first, you know?" "Im sorry," was the only thing Oz could think to say. "Well, you should be. Willow was the best." After a lengthy pause he added, "After Jesse died we were all each other had." This time the smile was directed at Oz. "Its good to know that someone else remembers her." Oz tried a comforting pat on the shoulder but the other guy shifted away. "Well Daniel." It was a clear goodbye. "Nice meeting you." Oz made a quick decision. "Its Oz," he corrected. A smile. "Im Xander."
Misery Loves Company. "You were in love with her," Oz asserted as soon as Xander was within hearing distance. "In love?" Xander looked thoughtful. "Maybe, " he conceded, "but I know that I loved Willow more than anybody else." He paused, as if weighting the pros and cons of a great revelation. Finally he decided and said "But Oz, knowing you as I do now you would have loved her better." Oz kept silent, he didnt like thinking of what ifs if he could avoid them. The next day they talked about sports and music, three days later Xander confessed about the extracurricular activities in the library. Soon Oz abandoned his guitar and had Xander teach him how to hit the heart in the midst of a fight. By the end of the next month, Alexander Harris was already dead.
The Beginning of An End. "She came last night." Oz stopped his reading and couldnt stop a worried tone from creeping into his voice. "Are you okay?" "Yes " Xander hid his face behind his large book. "She said-" Oz heard a disturbing sound, something between a sob and a laugh. "She said that she came for me, that shed protect my family if I went to her." A chuckle. "Willingly." Oz frowned. "Did you believe it?" This time the laugh was distinct and very bitter. Xander raised his head and stared directly into Ozs eyes. "We were everything for each other, man. Everything," he said, as if that explained everything. To Oz it did. He nodded, understanding that sometimes choice was only a pretty word in the dictionary. Especially when the world was turned upside down.
All Things Left... The next day Daniel Osbourne found a picture in his locker. A cute redhead with her grinning companion. She wore a Birthday Girl t-shirt and looked downright blissful with her arms around Xanders waist while his went over her shoulders. Oz stared at the lifelong friends for what seemed an eternity, finally turning it around when it became difficult to look at their happy expressions. "Please remember us," read in Xanders messy handwriting. Please remember us. The purple ink came from Willows favourite pen, the one Xander had borrowed and never given back. Please remember us For the first time since this nightmare had begun, Oz let himself cry. The End Feedback, it's pretty! |
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