The scrapbook tells a story, a story of heartbreak and survival.
Open it up and your face is smiling back at you. You know you were wearing one of the ugliest prom dresses in existence, despite Xander's reassurance to the contrary.
Skip a few pages ahead. There's a picture of you with your first official dollar you received running the shop yourself. You wanted it shellacked to the counter.
A couple more pages and it's the day you used to wish you could forget. Wedding bells never rang but there you are in your pre-wedding bliss.
The last page ... all it has is a small picture of your final resting place. The crater that swallowed what you and the others died trying to protect.
You close the book and trace your name on the cover. As you reach to put it back upon the shelf, it slips.
"Xander?"
You hear her rush to the living room, as fast as her swollen ankles can take her. She is heavy with their first child and doesn't move as fast as she used to when you were alive.
"Xa- how'd this get here?" She picks the scrapbook up, taking her time straightening back up. Putting it back into place, she sends a silent prayer to her Goddess - as she does every time she thinks of you.
Open it up and your face is smiling back at you. You know you were wearing one of the ugliest prom dresses in existence, despite Xander's reassurance to the contrary.
Skip a few pages ahead. There's a picture of you with your first official dollar you received running the shop yourself. You wanted it shellacked to the counter.
A couple more pages and it's the day you used to wish you could forget. Wedding bells never rang but there you are in your pre-wedding bliss.
The last page ... all it has is a small picture of your final resting place. The crater that swallowed what you and the others died trying to protect.
You close the book and trace your name on the cover. As you reach to put it back upon the shelf, it slips.
"Xander?"
You hear her rush to the living room, as fast as her swollen ankles can take her. She is heavy with their first child and doesn't move as fast as she used to when you were alive.
"Xa- how'd this get here?" She picks the scrapbook up, taking her time straightening back up. Putting it back into place, she sends a silent prayer to her Goddess - as she does every time she thinks of you.