Enough for the both of us

 Willow gazed lovingly at the framed picture she had next to her 
computer of herself and Oz. There were actually several of them around 
her room, probably more than she needed to have even in her whole house, 
but she adored Oz and wanted to see him whenever she could, even if that 
meant having his picture all over her room.
        This particular picture  was one of her favorites. She was staring 
straight ahead at Buffy, grinning pleasantly, her hands holding Oz�s 
arms, which were folded tightly, hugging her to himself, his face 
smiling just slightly, though his expression is light and happy. The 
side of his face was pressed lightly next to hers.
        Willow smiled as she recalled that day at the park, remembering Oz�s 
arms around her, his lips pressed against her own�
        The phone brought Willow out of her reminising. She picked it up, a 
small smile still on her face. �Hello?�
        �Willow? It�s Buffy.� Buffy sounded like she had been crying. �They 
just found Oz�s body by the school. He�s dead Willow.�

        Willow stared numbly at the linolieum floor. How could he be dead? Just 
the day before his lips had been on hers. She had seen his smile, heard 
his laugh. Listened to his voice. Watched his fingers expertly slide 
over the guitar strings.
        The fresh tears started all over again, hot against her cold face. The 
tears, they burned her, but the pain was miniscule compared to the agony 
she was feeling over Oz.
        Animals, the police and coronor had said. But Willow knew the truth. It 
was a vampire. A vampire had killed her only love.
        Buffy watched the hacker from a distance, sitting on the check out 
counter. She knew what it was like to lose a lover, but for the hacker 
it seemed to be different. Her pain seemed greater than Buffy�s had when 
she lost Angel. Buffy wasn�t sure why. She just knew that Willow wasn�t 
going to get through this easily, and she would never fully recover.
        Willow�s eyes remained fixated on a spot on the floor as she recalled 
different, vivid memories of her boyfriend. He had loved her, and in 
return she loved him. She thought she loved Xander�what she had felt 
with him was nothing compared to her love for Oz. And that made her 
almost insane. More tears.

        Willow sat on Oz�s grave. Somehow she wanted it to be like this. If she 
was going to die, she somehow wanted to be with Oz. This seemed as good 
of a way as any.
        Sure enough, several minutes later a grave opened up, a vampire 
emerging from it. It hissed at Willow, who simply looked up at it with a 
blank expression. She didn�t move, just let it lunge at her and stick 
its fangs into her neck.

        Willow sat up. It was dark out. Pitch black. �Hello?� She called, 
realizing that her voice echoed like windchimes. It sounded like them 
too. �Is anyone there?� No answer. Willow started to draw her sweater 
tighter around her, then found she wasn�t wearing her sweater. She was 
in a long white dress that was flowing in the wind. What wind? Where was 
it coming from? Willow looked around but found no source. No nothing. It 
was all pitch black except for her dress.
        �Someone?� Willow called out, hoping for an answer. It was scary here; 
she wanted to go home.
        �What are you doing here?� Oz�s voice was behind her. Willow whirled 
around. He was in a black tuxedo, looking slightly surprised and 
slightly angry.
        �But you�re dead!� Willow gasped. �I thought I�d never see you again!� 
She rushed forward and threw her arms around him like she�d never let 
go. When she pulled back, she kept her arms around him and her hands in 
his hair.
        �Am I dead?� Willow asked him, not sad or angry, just asking.
        �Not yet.� Oz sighed, his eyes staring into hers. �I guess I�m here to 
save you from yourself.�
        �What do you mean?� Willow looked at him warily. �Are you dead?�
        �You know I am.�
        �What happened?�
        He didn�t pretend to not know what she was talking about. �I was 
stupid. I went out at night with nothing to protect me.� His hands moved 
from her hair to her shoulders. �You have to listen to me Willow. I�m 
dead! You can�t bring me back, you can�t do anything for me except this: 
You have to go on. You have to live!�
        Tears poured out Willow�s eyes. �I can�t!� She sobbed. �I can�t go on 
without you!� She threw herself into his arms, hugging him tightly. 
�You�re everything to me!� She didn�t hesitate before saying her next 
words. �I love you.�
        � I love you. But you need to live Willow.� He pulled back from her 
then, staring into her eyes which were springing more tears. �Live 
enough for the both of us.�

        Willow looked around herself. She was in the cemetery, sitting on a 
grave. The vampire was no where to be seen. Maybe it had never been 
there�? Maybe Oz wasn�t� Willow turned around to see the grave, but this 
time no tears came. Oz was dead. He�d given her a second chance.
        Willow stood and brushed herself off. She started away but turned back 
for some reason. �Goodbye Oz. I love you.� She smiled as she heard his 
laugh, saw his grin. Then she turned and walked out of the cemetery to 
live the life Oz so desperately wanted her to.