AN- First attempt at writing a 100-word drabble since I did not want to write another full story.
Two Years
It had been two years.
Two years since Sunnydale had collapsed and a vampire had sealed the Hellmouth.
Two years since all the Potential in the world had been activated.
Two years since Anya's death.
Xander stood over the crater that had once been his home town.
Two years had let the vegetation grow back. Bushes and flowers had grown over the building remains, making it look like a lost city. Trees were even starting to poke through the ruins.
Xander smiled sadly. Despite all the life that had been lost when the town collapsed, death had not completely won.
End