He looked down at the grave. Buffy Anne Summers, 1981–2001, beloved sister,
devoted friend, she saved the world a lot. A tear formed in his eye. He
chucked his cigarette into the long grass, and knelt down.
"Hey, love." He tries to hold back a sob, but in vein. "I tried, Buffy, I really did! I did what I could. But I can't take it anymore. Little Bit, She's not so little anymore. 18 now, isn't it? She's got into a really good university, away from here. I can never remember the name." He let out a small burst a laughter, which only ended in more tears. "Yeah, and she's in a stable relationship. Nice boys, from what I've seen. Called Tim. Yeah, he's going to the same Uni. Been going out for a year now. He makes her very happy. Xander and Anya got married. Yeah, the year after you…" He couldn't say it, "the year after you left. They've got a kid. Little girl, three now, Renee. And Anya's Pregnant again. Willow and Tara split up actually, but there still friends. Yeah, Willow's got a new girl. Her name's Libby. Giles is back in England, and he's also married. Poor git, marrying him." Again the laughter came, and again it turned to sobs. Once he'd got over his little fit, he carried on. " Yeah, so I guess no one really needs me anymore. And you were all I needed. Oh god, Buffy. I loved you so much!" He was crying freely now. "You were my world! I need you, Buffy! I can't survive without you! And I tried and tried, but now all I can do is…" His words trailed off, as he pulled a wooden stake and a red rose from his coat pocket. He wiped his eyes, placed the rose on the grave and put the stake to his chest. " I love you, Buffy. I will always love you, wherever I am. Goodbye, pet." And then he rammed the stake into his unbeating, broken heart.
A wind picked up, and blew some dust off Buffy Summers grave. The dust that had once been William the Bloody.
"Hey, love." He tries to hold back a sob, but in vein. "I tried, Buffy, I really did! I did what I could. But I can't take it anymore. Little Bit, She's not so little anymore. 18 now, isn't it? She's got into a really good university, away from here. I can never remember the name." He let out a small burst a laughter, which only ended in more tears. "Yeah, and she's in a stable relationship. Nice boys, from what I've seen. Called Tim. Yeah, he's going to the same Uni. Been going out for a year now. He makes her very happy. Xander and Anya got married. Yeah, the year after you…" He couldn't say it, "the year after you left. They've got a kid. Little girl, three now, Renee. And Anya's Pregnant again. Willow and Tara split up actually, but there still friends. Yeah, Willow's got a new girl. Her name's Libby. Giles is back in England, and he's also married. Poor git, marrying him." Again the laughter came, and again it turned to sobs. Once he'd got over his little fit, he carried on. " Yeah, so I guess no one really needs me anymore. And you were all I needed. Oh god, Buffy. I loved you so much!" He was crying freely now. "You were my world! I need you, Buffy! I can't survive without you! And I tried and tried, but now all I can do is…" His words trailed off, as he pulled a wooden stake and a red rose from his coat pocket. He wiped his eyes, placed the rose on the grave and put the stake to his chest. " I love you, Buffy. I will always love you, wherever I am. Goodbye, pet." And then he rammed the stake into his unbeating, broken heart.
A wind picked up, and blew some dust off Buffy Summers grave. The dust that had once been William the Bloody.