Title: Perfect
Rating: K
Disclaimer: Don't own them. Wish I did.
A/N: All feedback is welcomed. Enjoy.
She only planned to check in real quick before meeting up with the rest of the gang but once she saw him, sitting on his kitchen floor, looking hollow and defeated, she knew this visit would take some time. "What are you doing?" She asked, as she kneeled down in front of him, trying to get his attention. "Giles, we should go…"
"I am not a perfect man. I'd be the first to point that out. I have few redeemable qualities and even fewer true friends. There has never been anything remotely remarkable about me, except for the fact that I love her so completely. And now, she's gone and I don't know how to deal with that."
With a look of pained understanding, the redhead sat next to her father figure and laid her head on his shoulder. "I wish there was something I could say to make it better. I wish I knew the words that would make all this go away. But I don't. What I do know is that she was my world, my compass. And without her, I'm so lost. But this day…being around family and other people who love her as much as we do, it'll help. It's suppose to help."
"I can't. I can't go and watch her be put into the ground like…refuse. I've lost so much in this God forsaken place. I don't think I can survive that too without losing what's left of my sanity."
"This is the day, Giles. It's bright and cheery out. The birds are chirping. The air crisp and the sky is the type of blue that you read about in fairytales. It's the perfect day to lay to rest someone who lived too much of her life in darkness. It's the perfect day for Buffy." She replied, before she got up and made her way towards the door. She knew he'd be there. He was very responsible about these types of things. He may leave Sunnydale but he'll be there for Buffy on her day.
End