Cold Comfort
Dawn sat on the steps of her back porch, weeping her eyeballs out. Her face was nestled into her cold and wet fingers.
"Summers?" Dawn looked up to see Spike standing in front of her.
"Spike? Buffy's not home." There was always one reason she knew of that Spike hovered around their home.
"Who says I'm here to see big sis'?" He took a seat next to her and gazed at her pink puffy eyes, and a nose redder than Rudolph's. The Summer sisters always had a similar crying face. Dawn stared at the ground, tears streaming down her cheek.
"If I'm not mistaken, those are the tears of a broken heart." Spike concluded.
Dawn's throat felt choked and she could not yet bear to speak. "Look, whoever this wanker is that you're ruining your beautiful face over, he's not worth it. He doesn't deserve you."
"Why do they always hurt me?" She asked genuinely looking up to the sky, the question posed to the cosmos many times before.
"Love- it's a funny thing. We invite people to take our dead hearts, make it alive, only to kill it again." Spike answered, he glanced back at Dawn and sensing a more uplifting note was needed, added "But when you find him- the one- he will never let you cry."
"You promise?"
"Oh, I'll make sure of that." Spike reassured her. "In fact, got some time tonight. Give me his address, and I'll scare him till he pisses his pants." From the corner of Dawn's lips, a slight smile emerged. Spike's job was already done.
