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Buffy walked away from the crypt, from the darkness and into the sunlight. The sun felt warm on
her shoulders but Buffy was cold inside. This is what I wanted, she thought to herself. It's better
this way.
The next night, she went patrolling again. She missed Spike, that much she would admit to
herself. She missed his company, his sarcasm, even his lewd jokes. It was a slow night. The only
sound that permeated through the darkness were crickets chirping.
Buffy sighed. God, how she wished her life was different. Everything just seemed so much
harder now without Spike even though it has only been a day. He was someone she could count
on, hold on to when things got tough. He was the only one who really knew her. A wave of
sadness swept over her and she had to fight the urge to run to his crypt, and his arms holding her,
never letting go.
Two weeks later, after not seeing Spike since that day she broke it off with him, she went down
to his crypt. Just to tell him that Dawn misses him, she reassured herself. Not because she badly
wanted to see him, hear his voice.
"Spike?" Buffy called out. Her voice echoed in the crypt. "Spike, c'mon. Where are you?" She
looked around and saw on a table, was a note.
As she read it, all the blood drained out of her face, leaving it as white as the paper she was
clutching.
He left.
Buffy fell onto her knees, tears silently making their way down her drawn face. A corner of her
mind shouted, this is what you wanted, remember? You wanted Spike out of your life. He's just a
thing. An ugly disgusting thing.
So why should it hurt this much?
TBC.......
Buffy walked away from the crypt, from the darkness and into the sunlight. The sun felt warm on
her shoulders but Buffy was cold inside. This is what I wanted, she thought to herself. It's better
this way.
The next night, she went patrolling again. She missed Spike, that much she would admit to
herself. She missed his company, his sarcasm, even his lewd jokes. It was a slow night. The only
sound that permeated through the darkness were crickets chirping.
Buffy sighed. God, how she wished her life was different. Everything just seemed so much
harder now without Spike even though it has only been a day. He was someone she could count
on, hold on to when things got tough. He was the only one who really knew her. A wave of
sadness swept over her and she had to fight the urge to run to his crypt, and his arms holding her,
never letting go.
Two weeks later, after not seeing Spike since that day she broke it off with him, she went down
to his crypt. Just to tell him that Dawn misses him, she reassured herself. Not because she badly
wanted to see him, hear his voice.
"Spike?" Buffy called out. Her voice echoed in the crypt. "Spike, c'mon. Where are you?" She
looked around and saw on a table, was a note.
As she read it, all the blood drained out of her face, leaving it as white as the paper she was
clutching.
He left.
Buffy fell onto her knees, tears silently making their way down her drawn face. A corner of her
mind shouted, this is what you wanted, remember? You wanted Spike out of your life. He's just a
thing. An ugly disgusting thing.
So why should it hurt this much?
TBC.......