"Are we really together?" Willow shot back almost automatically with an expression of honest confusion and upset. "Would you say this...this...whatever the last week or two have been...that's not us, Tara." Willow knew what they had before was so much stronger - there was still a spark between them, it would (hopefully) never fade, but what they had been wasn't their current state. It couldn't be. "We can't be what we were, because we aren't who we used to be." Her voice was softer this time, slower as if coming to her own epiphany, when really this had even all she could think about for days. She wanted so badly to say she was sorry, but even to her it sounded like an added wound...and part of her just wasn't. She had to believe in the future and whatever this world was - in the end it would be a lie for them.
"I tried. I had to try. You will never stop being my light...but I can't...just being so close to you right now." She looked away and swiped at her own face in anger, brushing a fallen tear away. "It hurts," she half whispered and once again refused to look at Tara.