Willow ran the sharp blade over her left forearm, wincing as the blood began to gush. She repeated the ministrations on her right forearm and let a few drops of blood fall onto the suicide note next to the bed. She smiled slightly at the bottle of blood thinners, as they were allowing the blood to flow that much faster.
Her white tank-top was now red and drenched in blood.
The redhead watched crimson liquid run down her arms from the new wounds in her veins. "So this is how it ends..." She whispered softly to herself as she fell onto the bed, the room's air cold on her body.
A dark haired man entered the room soon after her collapse, running to her lifeless body and weeping openly. "No, baby... No..."
Xander kissed Willow for what they both knew would be the last time, and...
"CUT!" The director ended the take and smiled at both of them. "Excellent work, both of you! That's all for today."