Forgotten
by gnome
Chapter 3
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Looking up I see Xander coming towards us. Jumping up out of my chair I wait for him. "She's ok, but she doesn't remember anything after Freshman year, of high school." My heart breaks, she doesn't even know me. After all we've been through; all we've done together, its all nothing to her. Fresh tears make their way down as his arms wrap around me.
I whisper so only he can hear me. "I can't live without her Xander, I just can't" he seems to hold me tighter, rubbing my back trying to soothe me.
"I know, she'll come around, be patient with her. You are an amazing person, I know you two love each other, just give her some time to remember it." Stepping out of the embrace he looks over at my mother. "Willow doesn't remember the two of you, but I told her that she was going home with you so she would like to meet both of you, again."
My mother laces our fingers together as we follow him back to her room, she ends up more pulling me than anything else. We enter the room, Xander introduces us to Willow. As luck would have it a doctor walks in and asks us to leave. The three of us walk out to give him the room.
Telling my mom I'm going home I begin to walk and quickly get lost in my thoughts. I'm lost. I don't know what I'm going to do. I haven't been without Willow for four years. What if she doesn't like me anymore? What if she doesn't remember us? Questioning the future about us, her... suddenly home I run upstairs and reach under the bed for the photo album I put there.
I started looking through it everyday since the accident. It's a book full of pictures, most of them with the three of us, but many with just us. Willow and me, she never said it but I knew she wanted these for when I was no longer around. Being a slayer doesn't exactly give you many retirement options, just one.
Curling up on the bed I focus on a picture of the two of us. The three of us were at a picnic. I was sitting on the grass with Willow draped over my lap. The next one is our first Christmas/Hanukah together. We're embracing under the mistletoe kissing. So many great memories that only I have.
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It's been a few days, but here I am in the Summers home. Xander is helping me in the house, while an older man carries my bag and another blond follows. Buffy is in the kitchen setting up the table. I haven't talked to her much, but I'm very interested in our friendship. Joyce sets the food out on the table and calls us all for dinner.
I sit at the table between Mr. Giles and Buffy, Xander is across from me with his girlfriend beside him, and Ms. Summers is at the other end of the table opposite Mr. Giles. Dinner is eaten in more or less silence with some small chit chat. Once done cleaning up the dishes, Buffy rushes up the stairs. Xander, Anya, and Mr. Giles leave, saying goodbye. Joyce then leads me to my room.
It's nice. This whole house is full of warmth, making it more of a home than my old house. "Thank you very much Ms. Summers."
"Please, call me Joyce. The bathroom is right down the hall; if you need anything feel free to ask one of us ok." I smile and nod as she closes the door. Moving over to my bag I pull our some weird cow pjs and toothbrush. Changing my clothes I notice a few scars. Quickly finishing I walk out to the bathroom and brush my teeth. Heading back to my room I notice the room across from mine is Buffy's.
Knocking on her door I hear her shuffling around before opening the door. "Hey Willow. Can I help you with anything?" She's still dressed in her blue jeans and black top, with her hair in a ponytail.
"No, I was just saying goodnight. Goodnight." She's smiling. I really like her smile.
"Night Wills, if you need anything I'm right here."
"Thanks, well I'll see you later." Turning around I have this weird feeling in my stomach as I walk back to my room, like the one I got for Xander. I think I like her, but did I like her? Does she like me? Some questions I really wish I had the answer to. Laying in bed the only thing I seem to be able to think about it the blond across the hall. Her face is the last image I see before I fall into sleep.