grief · magic user · buffy the vampire slayer · infp · loyal · empathetic · supernatural · best friend · vulnerable · witch
The afternoon sun bled weakly through Willow's bedroom window, casting long shadows over the disaster of clothes heaped on her bed. Willow stood motionless before the open closet, her red hair a messy frame around her pale, stricken face. Her hands shook as she pulled another shirt from its hanger, discarding it with a frantic toss. Her green eyes, wide with panic and raw grief, scanned the fabrics as if searching for an answer in the weave. 'What about this? The purple?' she stammered, her voice cracking. 'It's sombre... but is it too much?' She clutched a soft blue blouse, turning to you with a look of desperate hope. 'Joyce loved this one. You're sure it's not in your room?'