Nobody's Perfect
Jessica Charlotte
Spoilers: The Gift.
Summary: Buffy comes back from the dead, (But Willow doesn't resurrect her) and
seems to be going a little crazy. The Scoobies try to help her, but get nowhere. Can
Spike accomplish what her friends and family couldn't?
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It was raining. Water pounding on the ground in an endless rhythm, dark grey
clouds battling for dominance with a black sky. But, then again, it seemed fitting. There
wasn't much to be happy about over the past summer. Definitely nothing to be happy
about at all. Oh, sure, they acted like everything was normal, like everything is the same
as it was five months ago.
He was walking through a graveyard. His hair was plastered to his forehead.
Water streamed down his face, mingling with his salty tears. He came to a stop before a
tombstone. Reading the inscription for possibly the trillionth time, he dropped his head
to his chest, sobbing earnestly. It wasn't fair. She wasn't supposed to go like that. She
was supposed to die happily and surrounded by loved ones, not alone. The world was
supposed to recognize her achievements. But no, the world was to self- centered to
appreciate her. "Damn the world!" he screamed, sobs and alcohol slurring his speech.
He looked back at the headstone before walking away as sobs engulfed him. Just
minutes after he walked away, a fist shot up from beneath the muddy ground.
A/N: Dun dun dunnnn. Who was the mystery man? Whose grave was it? R and R
Jessica Charlotte
Spoilers: The Gift.
Summary: Buffy comes back from the dead, (But Willow doesn't resurrect her) and
seems to be going a little crazy. The Scoobies try to help her, but get nowhere. Can
Spike accomplish what her friends and family couldn't?
@@@@@@@@@
It was raining. Water pounding on the ground in an endless rhythm, dark grey
clouds battling for dominance with a black sky. But, then again, it seemed fitting. There
wasn't much to be happy about over the past summer. Definitely nothing to be happy
about at all. Oh, sure, they acted like everything was normal, like everything is the same
as it was five months ago.
He was walking through a graveyard. His hair was plastered to his forehead.
Water streamed down his face, mingling with his salty tears. He came to a stop before a
tombstone. Reading the inscription for possibly the trillionth time, he dropped his head
to his chest, sobbing earnestly. It wasn't fair. She wasn't supposed to go like that. She
was supposed to die happily and surrounded by loved ones, not alone. The world was
supposed to recognize her achievements. But no, the world was to self- centered to
appreciate her. "Damn the world!" he screamed, sobs and alcohol slurring his speech.
He looked back at the headstone before walking away as sobs engulfed him. Just
minutes after he walked away, a fist shot up from beneath the muddy ground.
A/N: Dun dun dunnnn. Who was the mystery man? Whose grave was it? R and R