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Chapter 2: Bittersweet.

She will never know how much you love her, because you barely understand it yourself. You'd like to, but you just can't wrap your thoughts around the whole concept.

You are in love with your best friend, and it goes against all the figures, numbers, and facts that go into making you who you are.

Hunky-commando/sweet-and-tentative boyfriend, awesome and loving mother, a sister who annoys the hell out of you but who you can't help but love... and of course... the scoobies.

Willow is a scooby.

You love a scooby.

But you can't and you shouldn't.

But you do, regardless of what your mind tries to tell you.

And you're going to tell her. Now.

Then you twist the knob and walk into the room, to find Willow, immersed in her own thoughts of that werewolf guy standing in your way.

You both have news, but you insist on making her go first. Because that's what you do, you're the ultra-polite Buffy, after all.

Then it happens. It's complicated... 'cause of Tara...

The words rip through you like a jagged knife, and all you can muster up is a simple "Oh." The words hide your sudden pain from her, but you feel claustrophobic, like someone is clenching your insides so, so tight.

She thinks you're freaked, you're not freaked, you just feel like the first real dumb blonde in all of the world.

That's a bad feeling.

You think of a quick excuse to exit the room, and you try to convince yourself that you're alright.

But as soon as your hand pulls the door shut, the tears begin to flow and this burning anger flows through your veins.

You decide to douse the flames with Riley.

Quick solutions are always best.

Riley will never know he is one.