Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Character/Pairing: Willow/Kennedy, past Willow/Tara
Challenge/Prompt: fffc Amnesty: 2: Anniversary
Warning(s): Cannon Character Death, Future Fic
Word Count: 585
Date Written: 11 July 2017
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Whedon, not the author, and are used without permission.
She thought she'd be pass this by now. It's been over twenty years, and yet, still, every year on this day, she finds herself once again staring at the same tombstone. She doesn't miss her as much as she did. She's moved on. She has a far better life than she'd ever thought she would without her to share it with. She has a wife and children of their own. Life is no longer about surviving; it's about being happy, loving and being loved, and sharing it with those she loves.
Except for the wonderful girl whose bones are six feet below her now.
She's updated her on everything now. She's told her about the kids, about Tara floating her first pencil and Kendra getting her learner's permit. She's even updated her about Kennedy, although she's not entirely certain that she wants to hear about the woman who gave her the strength and the love she needed to move on after she lost Tara.
But then again, Tara was never the jealous sort. She even tried to give her the chance to go back to Oz more than once. She chose to be with Tara while she could, but after she lost her . . . Kennedy has been wonderful to her, and Willow does love her, although she's never sure which one she would love the most if she had them both to choose from. If she'd had them both, if she hadn't lost Tara, she probably would never have looked twice at Kenn -- and then she would never have known all the wonderful things Kennedy has given her.
She blinks back tears, thinking she's being selfish, and suddenly becomes aware that she's no longer alone in the cemetery. She jumps, looking up guiltily. "Kenn -- "
"It's okay." Kennedy gives her the patient, understanding smile she always wears when Willow's missing Tara. She once told her that she understands that Tara will always be a part of her and it's okay, because whereas Tara is her past, she is Willow's present and future.
"I -- I know I said I wasn't going to do this this year," Willow says, looking down at the ground beneath the feet, the same ground above Tara's skeleton.
"It's okay," Kennedy repeats, reaching out, taking her hand, and lifting it to her lips. She gently kisses its back. "You wouldn't be Willow if you didn't."
Those simple words bring a shaky smile to Willow's lips as she stands to join her. "Really?"
"Baby, I know this day will always be hard on you. It's okay; I understand." She hugs her tightly and doesn't let go. "Next year, we can come together, okay? You don't have to slip away because you don't want to hurt my feelings. You can't do that by honoring your first love on her death anniversary."
"You're so good to me," Willow murmurs, rubbing her head gently against Kennedy's. Kenn kisses her forehead. Willow pauses and looks back at Tara's grave while still wrapped in Kennedy's loving arms.
"We can stay as long as you like," Kenn whispers.
"It's okay," Willow says, looking back to her wife with a fond smile. "I think I'm done here . . . this year." Hand in hand, they walk together from the grave, never seeing the specter that watches them with knowing eyes and a sweet smile. Tara's soul lifts back to the Heavens, elated and grateful that her Willow tree is happy and fulfilled at last.