Patrolling alone was a stupid idea. She'd been too lost in her own thoughts to notice the demons following her. Lost memories of this day, of losing her love. The demons had taken advantage of that distraction to take out the biggest threat to their power. Now she was going to die here, alone.

That should upset her, she thought as she lay, bleeding, on the ground. She should be horrified that she was going to die here tonight. But she wasn't. It wasn't that she wanted to die; she wasn't suicidal. But death would mean being with Tara again.

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She should hope that Kennedy found Willow soon. That she'd live a long, happy life. She knew that's what she should want. Part of her did want to see the woman she loved thrive and be happy without her.

She also wanted to be with her again, see her, touch her, hold her. That part was happy that she held such a strong hold over Willow, that the anniversary of her death touched Willow so deeply that she could be distracted so completely. That part of her hoped deeply that no one would find her and they'd be together again.