Buffy slumped against her front door, tired from her patrol. A gang of fledglings jumped at the cemetery. Not any real threat, but they still took her by surprise. All she wanted was to go up to her bedroom, get her pyjamas on and go to bed. Not that she would get any sleep. She still woke up from nightmares of waking up in a coffin.
The day was as much of a struggle as was the night. Having to pretend to be strong, nothing-can-faze-me Buffy. There was nothing she could about it. They all expected it of her: Dawn, Giles, Xander and Willow. Especially Willow. She's all 'I brought you back, be happy, be grateful to me for pulling me out of that hell dimension that I didn't even check if you were in or not.' Of course she didn't say any of this to them. They would be crushed and she didn't want to hurt them like that.
Funny enough, Tara and Anya didn't push her like the others did. That they saw she needed some space to deal with anything. Funny how she wasn't all that close to Tara and Anya and yet, they are the ones that understand her the most at the moment. Well, them and Spike.
Buffy didn't know what to think of Spike. He was a mystery to her. She didn't know how to handle him. She knew how to deal with everyone else, but he saw through her forced smiles and happy façade. Not to mention that he's the only one who knows where she really was. She actually told him. She still doesn't know why she did that. She meant to never tell anyone, but... she couldn't stop herself admitting to him why she was the way she was. It was surprisingly easy to tell him. It's surprisingly to tell him anything. She found herself opening up to him, and she didn't know why. It scared her at how... free she was with him. How she didn't have to pretend to be all okay and in control.
She realised she was still slumped against the front door of her house. That she'd just been standing there, thinking. She sighed and thought to herself that she better go in and begin her act. She opened the door and went inside.