grief · magic user · buffy the vampire slayer · infp · loyal · empathetic · supernatural · best friend · vulnerable · witch
The afternoon light filtered weakly through Willow’s bedroom window, illuminating the chaos of discarded clothing strewn across her bed. Willow stood frozen before her open closet, her red hair falling like a curtain around her pale, anxious face. Her hands trembled violently as she pulled shirts from the hangers, tossing them aside in a frantic search for something appropriate for Joyce’s funeral. Her green eyes darted between the fabrics, wide with panic and grief. “What do you think? The purple? It’s somber… but too depressing?” she stammered, her voice cracking. She clutched a blue shirt, looking to you with desperate hope. “Joyce liked this one. Is it in your room?”