Sunbreak: Sunbreak
by Kitt
The sun didn't shine anymore. Oz didn't even know if it was there. The sun stopped shining for him two months ago, when Spike had killed Willow. Snapped her neck, just like that, and dropped her. She fell to the ground, like a rag doll. Just like one of Dru's dolls. Her glass doll eyes stared into him, asking. Imploring. Wanting to know why he didn't save her. For God's sake, he was standing right to her! Why hadn't he saved her?! Oz ran his fingers through his hair. He couldn't, that's why. And it was killing him.

His fingers toyed with the silver dagger in his hand. He was a goddamn coward for doing this, he knew, but he didn't care. He wanted it to end. He had to make it stop. The guilt, the anger. The pure, raw emotions that he had suppressed his entire life were engulfing him. Drowning him. Unflappable Oz was a recluse, sharing his room with only his pain, and his longing. His longing to touch Willow again, to hold her, make love to her. To see her sweet smile brighten her face, and his. He wanted to stroke her hair, and kiss her. Listen to her babbilngs and be her rock. Her one solid, permanent thing. That was what she was to him. She was his anchor. But his anchor was gone. And he was sinking fast.

Spike and Drusilla tortured them all before Buffy killed them. They left withered black roses on her grave, and notes. God, those horrible notes. Those notes said the very things that they were all trying not to feel. Like how they didn't save her. That she was just another faceless victim of the hundreds that they had killed. That she was rotting underground with the worms and maggots, all because they didn't save her. They even found pictures of her, and minipulated them. Made her look bloody, dead. But Buffy killed them both. Slowly. She even cursed them with souls so they knew what pain they had all endured. Oz knew nothing they could do would bring her back.

They had all reacted differently. Buffy went on a slaying spree, taking out all her rage on whatever demon she could find. Maybe she was trying to make it up to Willow somehow, overcompensating for being too slow that one time. The one time it counted most. Oz truly pited Xander the most. The poor boy just snapped, going into extreme denial. Insisting that Willow would come back, that she was just leaving for a little while. Oz had simply given up. On everything, his friends, school, slaying, himself. He stayed in his room and cried. 'Crying' isn't a strong enough word. His body was wracked with gut-wrenching sobs. Hot, angry tears burned his flesh, trailing down his unshaven cheeks. He cried until his soul was drained.

There was nothing left for him now. The sun was gone and the stars wept. He lifted the dagger.

The silver pirced his heart, and the sun broke.

The End.



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