He was like a weed - a weed lodged in her thoughts and in her heart. One of those annoyingly hardy ones where the harder you try to get rid of them, the stronger they grow back. Buffy had fought him with every weapon she had in her arsenal - stinging barbs that clouded his eyes with pain, complete denial that there was anything between them, punches to the jaw and even stakes. She'd hack at him with all her might, trying anything and everything to rid herself of these feelings but it was no use, he'd taken root in her heart.