Authors note; I am a huge Spuffy shipper so this piece is something I am going to stick to! I shall be updating as much as possible. Thank you for reading!
I give up. He whispered. His voice hoarse from shouting. I can't play this little game anymore. I know what I am to you. I'm just a set of bloody ears, someone who'll listen to your problems. I can't do it anymore Buf...I can't keep letting you in when I know you're not going to stay. I might be dead, but I can still feel.
Spike had never revealed his vulnerable side, his cocky stature had always been consistent. But after 127 years of this consistency, of this build up of pain, he needed to shed the skin, let it all out.
Buffy stood in disbelief. She felt an ache in her stomach, a twinge of guilt. She'd done to him what so many had done to her; she'd used him. Her mouth opened to speak but nothing but silence pervaded the air. She wanted to tell him, she understood. The feeling of being constantly relied on by people day in, day out, being used by people then being thrown away when they're finished with you. But most of all, she understood how it felt to not want to give up - despite being hurt and used - she understood that it was hard to let go, because letting go meant being alone.
The silence was overwhelming as they both stood opposite one another. Her eyes searched his for a sign; a sign he wouldn't bite her if she took a step closer.
Look blondie, haven't you got some demons to slay? 'cause I'm tired and I'd like to be on my own if you don't mind. Spike sauntered over to the crypt door and opened it, his arm pointing out into the isolated graveyard.
Still speechless, Buffy obeyed his command and shuffled over to the door, pausing as she reached him. She gently touched his arm. His unbeating heart leapt in his chest, as it always did when she touched him. She placed her forehead to his and they stood, once again, in silence. His arm lowered and slipped around her waist, pulling her closer in to him. He needed this, he needed her in his arms, he needed his Buffy, and that's why he did what he did next.
Please, he whispered, leave.
His arm fell from her waist and he stepped back. Buffy's head lowered and she ran. She ran until his crypt was out of sight, until her legs shook and she sank to the ground.
He was the only consistent thing in her life, the only person who hadn't left and now...she'd lost him.