A/N: So, I had a couple people ask for this, or some kind of epilogue after Willow dies, and Jace moves on with Anna. And I figured, why not. So, after a very long time, I finally decided to write it. So, here you go!

"This is stupid."

"Humor me."

"It's idiotic. It's a giant rock, it's not like it can hear me."

"Daddy..."

I sighed, shoving my hands into the pockets of my jacket in an attempt to keep them from freezing. To my right, Anna stood, reading the gravestone before us silently before she turned to me, her bright red hair blowing back from her face thanks to the movement. "It won't kill you to be sentimental for once, you know." she said.

"It might." I snorted back. She rolled her brown eyes and groaned quietly.

"Why are you so stubborn?" she asked. "Mom isn't this bad."

"Well your mother's a lying whore."

That got me a rather rough elbow to the ribcage, making me hiss through my teeth. "Watch it! I'm old!"

Anna rose an eyebrow at that before she just ignored me altogether, bending down in front of the stone and putting her hand on the top to balance herself. "Sorry daddy's such an asshole, uncle Will." she said. I rolled my eyes as she began talking more. "I wanted to come see you earlier, but mom and daddy got into a fight, so. Sort of slowed things down."

She paused, chewing on the inside of her cheek and narrowing her eyes as she thought. "I wish I'd had more time to get to know you. I don't really remember you too well, which sucks 'cause dad says you were really cool. Well, you'd have to be to get someone like him to fall in love with you."

I shifted on my feet, glancing around the graveyard. There weren't too many people around. Maybe one or two, besides Anna and I. Which made sense, considering the fact that it was Christmas Eve. Most people would want to be with their family. Well, their living family.

But Anna was all I really had left. Chris and Alice were traveling so much that we rarely saw them, and Jericho and Jezabel had both gotten married and moved away. Jared was even in the military.

"We miss you. Daddy doesn't talk about it too much, but I know he does. So does everyone else. And I've decided, that when I get married and have kids, the first one's going to be named Willow. Figured it'd be a nice little tribute." Anna smiled, brushing her fingers against the stone. "I'm going to let dad talk for a little bit now, because I know he's got something to say. I love you, uncle Will. Merry Christmas."

Anna stood up once she was done, giving me a pointed look. I could see that her eyes were a little glassy, which made me sigh heavily as she walked past me and headed for the car. I hesitated before bending down in front of the gravestone as well.

"Hard to believe it's been fourteen years since I got custody of her, isn't it? She grew up so fast." I murmured. Glancing up, I read the words on the tombstone.

Here Lies Willow T. Black

Son, Friend, and Lover

May You Rest in Peace

Paula had chosen the engraved message for it. Hell, Paula chose most of the stuff for the funeral, with help from mom. I just couldn't do it. It was a wonder I managed to get myself up to even attend it.

I sighed quietly. "Fourteen years. You know, I remember the Christmas after you died. It was depressing as shit. Paula was over, and she was crying. Which made Anna cry. And when Anna cries, everyone cries, so we just had this huge-ass depressing Christmas party. So thanks Will, for ruining Christmas." I said with a slight laugh, shaking my head at the thought. "And then that reminded me of the last Christmas I spent with you. The one where I told you about Bailey, and all that. God, I was a stupid kid. Why would you fall in love with someone like me?"

Pausing, I could feel my eyes tingling a little, making me reach up to subtly wipe at them. "This is so fucking stupid. I'm talking to a rock." I murmured. For some reason though, I couldn't stop. I just kept going.

"I hate hospitals. And doctors. I haven't seen a doctor in twelve years. So thank you, for also ruining modern medicine for me. Oh, and Albinism. Every time I see something with Albinism, I end up thinking about your dumb ass, which is depressing, very depressing. And let's not forget willow trees. Can't stand willow trees. Cry every fucking time. It's been fourteen years, you'd think I would've stopped crying by now. Anna keeps saying it's because I love you, and goes on about how I'll never find another person that I'll love as much. That doesn't really bother me though. The idea of not being with someone else."

I forced myself to stop talking, wincing a little at the pain in my chest. Even after fourteen years, it hasn't gone away. It probably never will.

"Well. It's Christmas Eve, and believe it or not, I actually have shit to do. Still have to buy mom a present, so. I don't know when Anna will drag me back here. If she had her way, we'd be here all the time." clearing my thoat, I stood up, sighing softly. "... I love you. And I miss you. And I'm sorry you fell in love with a complete asshole." I murmured, smiling slightly at the last part. I had to make myself walk away from the grave and back to the car, where Anna was sitting with the heat on in the passenger seat. I climbed in, frowning at how hot it was as I rolled up my sleeves.

"All done?" Anna asked. I snorted, rolling my eyes a little.

"This is pointless. It's a rock." I muttered. She groaned in annoyance, her eyes falling to the butterfly tattoo on my wrist.

"It's not pointless if you love him."

I sighed, leaning back in my seat and reaching up to pinch the bridge of my nose. I stayed like that for a second until I felt a hand on my arm, glancing down to see Anna scooting closer to me. She leaned over the middle of the seats to hug my waist tightly, putting her head on my shoulder. "Do you think if mom hadn't gotten pregnant, things would've gone differently for you and him?" she asked. I thought for a second, wrapping my arm around her shoulders.

"I don't know," I told her honestly, "I was a stupid kid. I probably would've found another way to fuck it up. I don't think I'll ever understand why he fell in love with me. There are people a hell of a lot nicer than me in the world. People who wouldn't have left him, like I did."

"He still loved you though. Even if you were a jackass."

I chuckled, shaking my head a little. "Yeah. He did."

"And you love him."

I hesitated for a second. "... Yeah. I do. I always will."