Tara can't stand it anymore. Even now, se still thinks of Glory as her god, and she feels so empty without her, carrying the knowledge that she helped in her god's destruction.

The blonde looks at the empty pill bottles, the ones that held the medication the doctors had prescribed for her when she was crazy, along with Joyce's old meds, that now lay on her and Willow's floor in the Summer's house.

She feels sick looking at them, but forces her stomach to stay were it is. It wouldn't go any good to throw up the pills before they did their job.

Tara smiles, content, knowing that soon she won't have to live with the guilt for living while her god is dead and rotting.

She lays back and closes her eyes, grateful that she knows that she will never have to open them again.