Willow slammed the door shut and winced as a picture fell off the wall. "I can't believe it!" She mumbled to herself and threw herself down on her plush couch. "After all I gave up for her! She dumps me!"

~*~Flash back~*~

Willow sat across from Tara in the large booth they usually got when they came to the warm restaurant, their favorite, Mr. Clarks Italian.

It was exactly the opposite of the restaurant Oz and she had shared, the little quaint Thai restaurant on the other side of town that Tara probably didn't know existed.

"So, what did you want to talk about?" Willow asked tearing off a piece of the cheese and garlic breadstick that she had been toying with for the past few minutes waiting for Marie, their waiter to come and take their orders.

"Willow. . I-I. . " Tara seemed off today. Willow frowned. They had been together for nearly five years, something was wrong.

"What is it Tara? Did something happen at work today?" Tara shook her head violently.

"N-no. Well. . " Willow's frown seemed to grow deeper into her face, Tara never stuttered around her anymore. "Willow. I've met someone else."

The breadstick fell out of Willow's hand with a thud on the table. She felt the blood drain from her face.

"What?" She said trying to keep the shock and pain from her voice.

"I've. Met. Someone. Else." Tara said firmly as if she had rehearsed it. "Her name is Ashley, we met at work. I. . I told her that I would have to. . talk to you but. . We'd be happy if you joined us. ." Willow stood up.

"No. There will be no *joining* Tara. I can't believe you! Do you know what I gave up for you? My friends? My family! My dad disowned me! I didn't care though because I had you!" Tara looked on the verge of tears.

"I had hoped you w-would understand. . Willow. It doesn't have to be the end o-of us." Willow glared at her then exploded.

"Your damn right it does! Stay away from me Tara, I never want to see you again. I'll leave all your crap on my doorstep, don't both calling me." With that Willow ran from the restaurant, not looking back.

~*~End Flashback~*~

For some reason Willow couldn't cry. She wasn't sad that Tara had broken up with her. In away. . maybe she was a little relieved. She had loved Tara, at first. But then it had just become a convenient relationship rather then being alone. She had remembered so well what being alone was like, she couldn't stand to be there again. She stood up and moved into her room, picking up the phone she dialed her office quickly leaving a message that she wouldn't be coming in tomorrow, or the next day.

"I'm taking a long vacation." She said and quickly hung up the phone. She quickly called the airport and made reservations. She packed her bags quickly packing only what she would need and called Anya to feed her cat, Tatum.  She closed the door to her small apartment gently, not bothering to pick up the photo of her and Tara at college graduation that had fallen when she�d entered.

~*~

Willow shook her head as she walked into the airport. What was she doing here? She was ending this badly, over reacting to being rejected. Then she realized, she wasn�t over reacting. She was acting well, perfectly really. She needed a vacation from Sunnydale, somewhere she�d never been. Somewhere she had had dreams about for months, years. . what seemed like an eternity.

�Now boarding, flight 242 to Istanbul.� Willow grinned, quickly tucking away her bottle of blue hair dye she made her way to the gate.

~*~End~*~