Why? Why did it have to end up this way.
He hadn't wanted Buffy to fight Glory, he knew that this was the only way it would end. Although he cared for Dawn he was prepared to have her life sacrificed for Buffy's. God knows, he would have given his own life if he could
but..no.. nothing was ever that simple.
Looking at Buffy's body, twisted and distorted, lying on the rubble, all he could do was cry. The tears kept on falling but did not ease the pain. His Slayer, His friend, His life was lying there, lifeless.
It had been a simple burial, just himself, Dawn, Xander, Willow, Tara, Anya and Spike. The priest said some prayers, nothing fancy, after all was there any point as they all knew that Buffy was in Hell and all the prayers in the world couldn't save her.
He had to go back to England to meet with the Council and decided he'd stay in England. Sunnydale had to many memories. Buffy as a cheerleader, her dancing in the Bronze, the bar with the beer that turned her into a cave girl, the desecrated ground that had once stood the school in which they had shared amny evenings in training, and most of all- his apartment; the one place where she saw what he really was when Eyghon had come back. She had seen him for what he was and she still accepted him.
Poor Buffy
His Buffy
As he went to board the plane Xander and the gang arrived with a card they had made. It was extremly thoughtful and he nearly cried but he had already decided, he was going to England, Going to stop the bad memories, try and forget.
But..no.. nothing was ever that simple.
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