Anyway, I went out, I had to be away, from the house, from the memories it contains but most of all, from Willow. Anyway, I was making my way back to the house because the sky had clouded over and I figured I should get in before it pissed down with rain when I heard a scuffle in the alley. I knew in my gut that it was more than cats fighting and went down to investigate… gotta say, those Bringers, never gonna win Americas Next Top Model! Instinct took over and I jumped into the fray, snapping the neck of the guy who was stood over this girl. She was bleeding badly and when this guy fell, that’s when I knew it was Kennedy. The woman who does not deserve Willow or my help for that matter, but then again, I didn’t see it was her. I honestly can’t say that I would have stepped in if I had known. I think I might have but purely for Willows sake, I owe her everything and she would never forgive me if she ever found out that I could have helped someone but let them die. So, there you go, that’s what happened, the Bringer guy stabbed her, I killed him and then took her back to the house.

I could’ve been sick when Willow rushed to her side, I mean, yeah she was unconscious but I carried her almost 20 blocks and was covered in blood, they didn’t know it was hers. Could’ve been mine. Not a single one of them asked me if I was alright. Once they left and I had put my laundry in, I went out into the yard where Buffy had a punch bag set up and gave that a good pounding. I really should go out there before they get back and re-hang it.

What was that? Why did I need to get away from Willow earlier? That’s the easiest question ever. I love her, really, I mean, completely, totally, utterly, painfully love her and to be in the same house that we shared so many wonderful moments and to hear her voice, see her smile, smell the Willow-ness in the air and yet still be a million miles away from her, to not be able to touch her and hold her and kiss her. That’s worse than death, worse than anything I had to face in the in-between time between dying and moving on. If I am going to be around, then I need to get out of that house. I’m going to have to get a job and an apartment of my own. Anyway, I just thought you might want to know.”