Buffy flopped down onto her bed, staring at the ceiling. She hadn't bothered to turn on the lights so the only light in the room was coming from the window. She could hear Dawn's 'cool pop music' blaring from the other room.
Buffy sighed and closed her eyes. That was a mistake. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw him. The helicopter. The wind. Her desperate cries, failing to overcome the sound of the rotor. Riley's face, clearly trying to show how much his heart was breaking.
She opened her eyes again. She was trying not to fall back into him, to keep herself from going crazy. To try to go back and find him.
It was just no use.
But it wasn't like there was anything she could do about it, so she stayed in her bedroom, staring at the ceiling, imagining the billions of different things she could have done better.