Half an hour later, they all sat on Xander’s bed, Cor standing a foot away, as she sighed, ready to explain to everyone about her visions. Dawn wasn’t there, since she already knew. Anya also knew, so she was cleaning the bathroom. The Seer was finally ready to confess what her, Anya, and Dawn already knew.
She sighed.
“There’s something I haven’t told you three. Anya already knows because of what she used to be. Dawn knows, because she witnessed my migraine.”
“What is it?” Willow asked.
“What’s wrong?” Xander asked.
“Y—you’re…,” Tara trailed off, seeing her aurora. It was gray. Almost black.
“There isn’t any easy way to say this. Because I’m a full human, I’m dying of my visions. I can even tell. I mean, they’re getting worst. And I knew I was dying of them way before now. A demon showed me something. A demon that I figured was good. He showed me that I could give my visions to Angel, which he showed me would drive him insane from the pain. I could become a star like I always dreamed of. Or I could die from what I love the most. A ghost of the last human Seer said her last one blew out of her head. But for a few days now, I’ve been thinking about the whole not keeping them. Send them to Spike and send him over to the LA crew. I’ve been stupid and stubborn headed about these visions. I can lie to my friends, but I can’t lie to myself. I always would tell the crew that I wanted to keep them because of Doyle. That as long as I had them, I would never forget Doyle. But the truth is, I wanted to keep them because I thought I deserved the pain.”
“Why would you think that, Cor?” the zeppo asked.
“Why didn’t you tell us?” Will asked.
“She was scared.”
“Oh,” was all the witch could think to reply.
“Nobody deserves that kind of pain. Not even Queen C,” he told her.
“I know that now.”
“Good,” he replied.
She came over to him and he stood up.
They hugged each other.
Their love would always exist. It was right on the surface, and everyone knew it.
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