Chapter Two: Willow

Of all things, I didn't expect Oz's number to pop up on my screen during the mental health day that I took from work. Is he in town? Does he want to catch up?

I've heard through the grapevine that he's single again, and I'm not quite sure what that means for me. I loved him, I still love him, and a part of me will always love him. But I'm not sure if I feel up to talking to him again while I'm still trying to get over Ana Lucia. I really need to take that picture down from my mantle, but she just looks so hot in her police uniform. I know Danny, her ex-husband, liked her in it too.

I mean, I know the break-up wasn't anyone's fault. She was still trying to overcome the PSD she experienced from the traumatic experiences of losing her unborn baby in a tragic shooting, a plane crash, and being exported to a mystical island outside of our time frame. Who wouldn't have a hard time getting over those things? I don't think I've ever fully recovered from my high school being attached by hell demons and burned down, or my lover Tara being tragically shot. I think that's part of why Ana Lucia and I connected. We both have had very mysterious past experiences that we're trying to recover from. But, when it was all said and done, we just couldn't be steady enough for each other.

But who else would understand these strange instances of my life, or be able to come to terms with my witch tendencies? There's only one person who might, and that's Oz. I loved Ana Lucia, and I loved Kennedy too, and there are other people for whom I've had strong feelings. But Oz has been my only true soul mate, besides Tara. How strange that I met both of mine when I was so young. That just doesn't happen to a lot of people.

OK, deep breath. Time to listen to the message.

"Hey Willow, it's Oz. I'm in San Francisco, at least for a while. Give me a call when you get this. Thanks."

He sounds nervous, and this message is a little cryptic. But, then again, that's Oz for you. You know what, why not call him back?

What's the worst thing that can happen? I get my heart broken again?

If so, then I've already endured worse.