When You Think of Me
Author: Silent Angel of Time
Rating:G
Summary: Takes place right after Wild At Heart...Song Fic btw
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy or the song (sung by Mark Wills) If I owned Buffy...Oz never would have left or Tara would have died...BUt this does not take away from my deep love of Joss...*Bows to Joss*....ANyway enjoy R&R and note the email change...
~*~You look so peaceful sleepin',
You don't know that I'm leaving but I'm gone.~*~

Oz holds his breath looking down on Willow's sleeping form. He knew he it was kind of creepy, him being in Willow's room watching her sleep, but he couldn't help it. After Willow had walked in on him packing to leave after the entire ordeal with Veruca Oz had gotten as far as the Sunnydale city limits before he realized that he had to see Willow one last time.

~*~Well, I did my best to beat 'em,
But in my head the demons said: "Move on."~*~

Watching Willow sleep, Oz couldn't help but want to take her into his arms and forget any of his thoughts of leaving. But he knew that he couldn't stay here, not until he could really figure out what being a werewolf truly meant. And until he could figure that out he couldn't be with Willow no matter how much he wanted to be.

~*~When you wake up, you're gonna curse my name,
But as some time goes by, I hope and pray,
When you think of me,
Remember the way that I used to be.
Remember the times I held you tenderly.
Remember the way that I love you.~*~

Oz knew that when Willow woke up she would be devastated, shock had stopped her from being to upset before. Oz knew that tomorrow Willow would be upset and hurt and angry and all of the pain he had never wanted to cause her. He hoped though that eventually Willow would be able to see passed the pain he had put her through.

~*~I think about the night I met you.
I swore I'd never forget you: well, I won't~*~

The night Oz had first seen Willow stood out in his mind, despite the crowd in the Bronze he had been able to find her immediately. Standing alone and dressed as an Eskimo he had fallen in love with her right away. No matter where his road led from now on that moment in time, Willow dressed as an Eskimo, would always stand out in his mind.

~*~I think about the way you'll live and breathe inside my dreams forever,
Well, you'll be better when I'm gone: you'll be better when I'm gone.
'Cause I know you're gonna fall in love again.
I'm sorry this is how it has to end, but,~*~

That picture along with thousands of other ones will haunt Oz's dreams, waking and sleeping, forever. The only thing that will keep him from running back to Sunnydale is the knowledge that Willow will be better off when he is gone. Her life will be more normal and he knows that she will eventually move on; and as hard as it is he knows she will fall in love again and he can't help but hope it is soon, and with someone who will love her better than he could.

~*~As I pick up these bags and turn around,
I say a little prayer and hope somehow,
When you think of me,
Remember the way that I used to be.
Remember the times I held you tenderly.
Remember the way that I love you.~*~

Sighing inaudibly Oz leans down and gently kisses the top of Willow's head, probably for the last time, and picks up his bags once more and slips out of the dorm room. As Oz walks off into the night he hopes that Willow's dreams aren't plagued with the memory of him leaving or finding him with Veruca, instead he hopes that she is thinking of everything good they always had. And Oz hopes that when she has healed Willow will always remember the way they loved each other.

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