TITLE: Time Stops For Willow, Too AUTHOR: Elle EMAIL ADDRESS: firstname.lastname@example.org DISTRIBUTION: If you want it, okay SPOILER WARNING: none RATING: G CONTENT WARNINGS: none SUMMARY: Oz plays his guitar while Willow listens in. DISCLAIMER: I don't own Willow and co. They belong to Joss Whedon and the WB. No copyright infringement intended. FEEDBACK: This is my first attempt at fanfic. Comments and helpful criticism is greatly appreciated. AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is kind of a sequel to Robert A. Black's fanfic "Time Stands Still". DEDICATION: To Robert, whose story inspired me to write this. *************** "Time Stops For Willow, Too" Willow Rosenberg hurried down the empty high school corridor. School was over for the day and she was supposed to be meeting Xander and Buffy outside, but she had forgotten one of her books and had to return to her locker. As she was retrieving the book she noticed a faint sound--soft music--coming from somewhere nearby. She stopped what she was doing and stood quietly, listening. It was coming through the open doorway of one of the classrooms. She moved toward it, drawn by the beauty of the melody. Willow reached the door and peered in, Buffy and Xander completely forgotten. She discovered the source of the music: a boy was sitting on a desk playing a guitar. His back was toward her, so she couldn't see his face, but she thought his strawberry blonde locks seemed familiar. He began singing, so softly that Willow had to strain her ears to make out the words. Time stands still with gazing on her face. Stand still and gaze, for minutes, hours and years to her give place. The way his fingers gently strummed the strings, the emotion in his voice, told her this was no ordinary song to him. This song had meaning. The words didn't just come from his mouth, they came from his heart, just as the music came from his soul. Whoever this girl was that he was singing about, Willow thought he must care for her very deeply. All other things shall change, but she remains the same Till heavens changed have their course, and Time hath lost his name. She suddenly felt as if she were intruding on him, invading his privacy, listening when he didn't know she was there, but she stood, rooted to the spot, unable to leave in the middle of this haunting piece. Cupid doth hover up and down blinded with her fair eyes. And Fortune, captive at her feet, condemned and conquered lies. She felt strangely connected to him through the song, as if his music was speaking directly to her, touching her soul. It surrounded her, flowed through her, and she became part of it. He played the final notes of the song, and then sat, motionless, as though deep in thought. With the song ended, Willow slowly returned to reality. She backed up quietly into the hall, feeling an irrational sadness. She remembered the words he had sung... 'time stands still...' It was almost as if time *had* stopped while she stood there listening. As she walked away her thoughts turned to the lucky girl his song was about. 'I wonder who she is? Will anyone ever feel that way about me?' END
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