Post Chosen. Buffy's pov. I own nothing, yada, yada, yada. All hail the land of Joss.
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It's been five years since my entire life changed forever. Five years since Sunnydale became a sinkhole due to a "freak earthquake" or so the officials said. Five years since I wasn't the one and only chosen anymore. Five years since I lost my home and all the places that I knew so well. Five years since I lost Spike, my . . . well, over the years he was a lot of things to me, a spiteful enemy, a reluctant ally, a insightful confidant, a secret lover, and a brave hero.
He told me once that I was the one. That I was the only thing in his life he had ever been sure of. I'm sorry that I never told him that he was something that I had been one hundred percent sure of. That he was the one. I gave him that amulet not just because I thought he was a champion, but because he was my champion. No matter how many fights we had, how many evils we faced, or how many years that went by I knew I could always count on him.
When he died saving the world I didn't feel depressed or sad . . . well, maybe a little sad. I felt . . . proud. Proud of him. He had finally found that peace he had been searching for. I felt it too, when I held his hand, that sense of overwhelming calm. I know that wherever he is, he's happy. So I don't mourn for him. He would have never wanted me to be sad either. All he ever wanted was for me to be happy. I could never really give him that gift when he was alive but now I can spend everyday living life to the fullest. For him.