Dying
She stood silently as they lowered the coffin into the earth. It wasn't right or fair. She should have been the one in the ground. She had been the key, the most important thing. But Buffy always had to be the hero. She couldn't let anyone else get hurt.
"It will be ok," a voice told her.
She turned and simply crumpled against the person beside her. Arms wrapped around her, rubbing circles into her back.
"Come on, sweetie. Let's go."
Hands led her away from the open earth. She needed to grieve but she had to forgive first.