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A Piece Of Him
Her eyes were full, brimming with salty tears threatening to spill to reveal her emotions in an instant. Then the first fell and the dam broke, tears threading down her face and she crumpled. She slid down the wall clutching it in her hand, a small piece of paper, a picture.
She had found it in a dirty jacket's pocket. Her first thought after seeing his handwriting was that he must have slipped it in that morning, the morning he died. She still found it odd to say that or even think it, for it was still so hard to think of him as gone.
She was coping, moving forward everyday so that now a year on she didn't automatically think it was him when she heard her window open. She couldn't however bear to travel to England though, his voice would be everywhere she knew. And to her, his voice so thick when he said those three little words was too precious a memory to taint it by hearing another like it.
She knew now that her cookie analogy was ridiculous, another one of Buffy's famous excuses. She was perfectly baked the instant she said it, the instant she opened her heart and the poignant moment before he left her forever.
She hadn't let herself grieve properly she knew. It had been too hectic, getting out of there and finding the new slayers before she and Dawn had settled in Rome. Then her one day came, she had found a box when they moved and realised it was their stuff from that day, she had shoved it in their not wanting to revisit it. Now she had examined hers and Dawns clothes. After slipping on her jacket she had found it.
With that thought she sobbed harder and let go, of the picture and of her grief. The paper flew from her hand to the floor lying so that the blonde couple bathed in the sunlight of love could be seen.
FIN
A/N Please r and r and no flames.
A Piece Of Him
Her eyes were full, brimming with salty tears threatening to spill to reveal her emotions in an instant. Then the first fell and the dam broke, tears threading down her face and she crumpled. She slid down the wall clutching it in her hand, a small piece of paper, a picture.
She had found it in a dirty jacket's pocket. Her first thought after seeing his handwriting was that he must have slipped it in that morning, the morning he died. She still found it odd to say that or even think it, for it was still so hard to think of him as gone.
She was coping, moving forward everyday so that now a year on she didn't automatically think it was him when she heard her window open. She couldn't however bear to travel to England though, his voice would be everywhere she knew. And to her, his voice so thick when he said those three little words was too precious a memory to taint it by hearing another like it.
She knew now that her cookie analogy was ridiculous, another one of Buffy's famous excuses. She was perfectly baked the instant she said it, the instant she opened her heart and the poignant moment before he left her forever.
She hadn't let herself grieve properly she knew. It had been too hectic, getting out of there and finding the new slayers before she and Dawn had settled in Rome. Then her one day came, she had found a box when they moved and realised it was their stuff from that day, she had shoved it in their not wanting to revisit it. Now she had examined hers and Dawns clothes. After slipping on her jacket she had found it.
With that thought she sobbed harder and let go, of the picture and of her grief. The paper flew from her hand to the floor lying so that the blonde couple bathed in the sunlight of love could be seen.
FIN
A/N Please r and r and no flames.