phone call @Buffy

Buffy: [purses her lips, thinking of how to answer, how to convey all that she is feeling] You don’t have to make anyone want to be with you. So many people love you and want to be with you, to help you. [She lets out a sharp breath, the tears have finally stopped and her mind is clear] I know what I said before. That I couldn’t be around you. But I was wrong. [She swallows down the lumps in her throat, admitting it makes her feel better. Lighter maybe? She was wrong.] I was weak, Willow. I forgot my truth. The only truth worth listening to. [Buffy runs her free hand through her hair pausing to wet her lips, and continues.] You have to keep fighting, Willow. Keep trying. It’s the best any of us can do.
Willow: [wants to believe her so bad, wants it more than she wants air, and she’s hyperventilating. She tries to gather herself and whispers.] Buffy…Buffy there’s something else. About me. How I…how I am. What, I mean. I-I mean what I am. You can’t…you can’t say that stuff about me when…Buffy, it’s still inside me. All that stuff I put in when I tried to hurt everyone? And I have to use it to keep from going all scary. I /have/ to. And it’s in so deep. I can’t get rid of it. I used to think, I thought maybe, it could be okay anyways? Since that wasn’t all I had inside me? B-but this…what if it doesn’t matter what kind of magicks I’m using? If being inside me just makes it the same anyways. [She sniffles heavily] I’m scared. And I think fighting on your side for me might just be…doing nothing.
Buffy: [is stunned as she takes it all in. But the answer seems to come easily for her.] Look Willow, its not who you are. It’s what you do. And if your magic is all wonky now, it doesn’t matter. [she wants nothing more than to be there with Willow now, so she can see just how much she means what she’s saying] You are so much more than the magic inside of you. Willow… You’re the smartest person I know. And you’re strong. You’re so much better at figuring out life than I am Willow. I believe in you. [She’s nodding her head even though Willow can’t see it]