Damsel in Distress, My Ass

You’ve been granted one wish. What is it?

Oh! I know this one!

I wish I was a normal girl.

Wait…no

I wish Angel was human. A gazillion times.

I wish the gypsies had gone for boils and blindness instead of curses and loopholes. Not that I’d wish blindness on Angel…it’s just…you know.

I wish Parker’s…unspeakable would rot off and he’d beg me to forgive him and…Oh God Anya I don’t mean that. Do not make Parker’s ANYTHING rot off. However if he wanted to beg my forgivness…

I wish Riley…there’s so many things that could go here and you know with Anya around it’s not safe. Not that I would ever wish bad things on Riley. I wish him nothing but good. Seriously.

I wish I still had Mom. Not some zombie form or some form that didn’t come back right. I wish I had the mom that never died. That never had a tumor.

I wish Dawn didn’t know about monks and balls of green light and keys. Or hell goddesses or portals.

I wish Willow hadn’t.

I wish I’d been stronger that year.
I wish they’d never been needed. Not because I want to be the only one but because for so many of them it’s a death sentence. Yeah, they’re stronger and they can fight against whatever they want to fight but now they have to fight and that’s a burden I don’t want to shove on anyone. I always wanted normal. I never wanted to take it away from anyone else.

I wish I’d been nicer to Amy now or that Willow had left her a rat. Okay so that’s mean but seriously…

Funny thing about wishes, no matter how many times you make them, no matter how you make them…they don’t come true. I think maybe because wishes don’t take any effort and the one thing I’ve learned in my life…

If it’s worth having, it’s worth fighting for.