I like how you used smell and taste in this fic as metaphors, definitely made this a very powerful piece. It's interesting how you describe the honey as "sweet" sometimes, and "sickly sweet" other times, and tying that into Buffy's thoughts and emotions.

Not to mention that Buffy/Tara is my favorite rare pair, so I'm even happier to have stumbled across this today.

Absolutely wonderful story, so vivid and moving. Great characterization and attention to details. You described Buffy's state of mind and sorrow really well. Nice to read the fanfiction featuring an unusual pairing too; Buffy and Tara. My favorite part was: "Spring is starting to give way to Summer. Tara now works at The Magic Box with Giles, and business is booming. You always have to wait for a few customers to be served before she spots you standing at the training room door, she always sends you that enigmatic lopsided smile. You always wait, because it always makes your body, aching and tired from training, feel like sparkles and cinnamon.

When the sun dips down and the light grows thick and sweet, you walk her to the dorms. A routine that fills you with the energy you need to run wild each night, wild and hungry for your prey. You slay fast. You slay hard. And you come back the hero to her each night, a warm drink and sometimes soothing salves for your wounds. She is a witch, like Willow was.

Like Willow was. Before the darkness of your life devoured her."

Beautiful. The last line was also spot on. Keep up the great work.