A/N: Slowly, I was inspired by one I just wrote to write this.
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His face tilted towards mine, as the promise of a kiss whispered against my lips. A tease of what was to come ghosted over my face once, and my eyes slithered closed.
His nose grazed my own, him inhaling my scent as though to remember me. I try to meet his lips, but he pulls back with a small smile, taunting me.
My eagerness astounds even me, but I've been so long without the kiss, that he forever promises to give, that I can not help but need to feel it now.
His hand is a shadow on my face. I can feel his touch as I can feel his kiss. It is there, but it isn't. So close, but yet, so far away.
His body is centimetres from mine, but not even our toes touch. I ache to feel his fingers make patterns on the sides of my face, to feel his palms brushing against my ears. To feel his body flush with mine.
Moments later he's gone, just as his lips are about to caress my own. I let out a whimper of loss, and realise that this has to stop. The memories of him. He's gone, and I can't bring him back.
A tear escapes my eye, and I reach to my lips to feel the tingle that could have been.
I make my way to the kitchen, unsure of what exactly I'm doing. I find the window unlocked, and note it as a sign. As I slip out the white frame after opening the window, I stand on the ledge produced for me.
Blonde hair whips in front of my face, and I begin to see an image appear on the street. Looking as smug as ever, he stands there, smiling gently up at me. My head tilts, and I know that this is not a memory. Not an illusion, or a hallucination. He's really waiting for me, down there. However much further than the four storeys that it really is.
With a deep breathe, I give him a nod. He understands that there is nothing he can do to stop me. My life ended when he burned. I have been a ghost since then.
I look at the many people standing around, looking at me, panic enforced. To each, I smile gently. Only half of them know true love. And one of them is me.
Like a diver, I spread my arms, and fall gently forward. I ignore the screams surrounding me. My friends are all gone, and those screaming are terrified only for themselves.
As I fall, I hear a murmur of 'Buffy', and I feel his arms surround me as he catches me. No pain ever comes, but a sweet warmth surrounds me as I finally feel his touch. Those hands in my hair, those fingers on my face, those lips on my own.
My Spike, and I, are together again.
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A/N: That was after the burning of the Hellmouth.
