Spend all your time waiting 
for that second chance 
for a break that would make it okay 
there's always one reason 
to feel not good enough 
and it's hard at the end of the day 
I need some distraction 
oh beautiful release 
memory seeps from my veins 
let me be empty 
and weightless and maybe 
I'll find some peace tonight 

~*~*~

Willow tossed and turned as the haunting lyrics pounded through her head. She couldn't think anymore, the song had struck a cord and she couldn't get it out. She missed Oz completely and fully, with her entire body and soul she missed him.

She had hoped that the sleeping pill she'd took would let her sleep a few hours without the nightmares and the screaming so woke up to so often. She never actually screamed, it was the screams in her head that haunted her the most. Veruca's death scream, her own scream when Oz had first been a werewolf, her screams of anguish after Oz had left her. The last were the only screams that were private, that no one else had heard and no one else would remember.

~*~

So tired of the straight line 
and everywhere you turn 
there's vultures and thieves at your back 
and the storm keeps on twisting 
you keep on building the lie 
that you make up for all that you lack 
it don't make no difference 
escaping one last time 
it's easier to believe in this sweet madness oh 
this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees 
in the arms of an angel 
fly away from here

~*~

She felt so empty without him, she knew that she had pasted on her happy Willow face to please them. She'd even gone out and been friends with Tara. Tara had been something that Willow used as a sort of mental crutch, holding her up by the adoring looks she gave her, Tara saw in Willow what no one else cared to see.

No one else ever saw, except Oz.

She twisted in her bedcovers, her brain muddled. Why was this bothering her so much now? Was it because it was exactly three months today since Oz had left? She was a idiot for keeping track of that date. It was 
horrible.

She heard the dorm room open and sat up, expecting to see Buffy walking in from a make-out contest with Riley. Instead he stood in the doorway, Oz.

She blinked not believing her eyes. She threw back the covers and nearly feel trying to get out of bed, he opened his mouth to say something but she was too quick to go to him. She nearly sent them both tumbling to the ground as she threw herself into his arms and sobs violently shook her body.

Oz wrapped his arms around her and softly said her name, stroking her hair.

Her world seemed to start rotating on the correct pattern again, and her life seemed to be ten degrees brighter. Everything wasn't perfect, it never was. But right then, it was quite possibly the closest she had come to a perfect moment.

~*~

You are pulled from the wreckage 
of your silent reverie 
you're in the arms of the angel 
may you find some comfort there 
you're in the arms of the angel 
may you find some comfort here.

~*~

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