In front of the mirror, Xander Harris tightened his tie. Usually, he was the one to make people laugh, relax, but today, just today, he needed someone to be next to him, and to comfort him. He had a lump in his throat, not able to say something or even to think. He looked at the mirror one more time. This suit was new, bought four days ago. He didn't like it. He didn't like to be here, in this apartment, in this city, on this Earth. Actually, there was a lot of things that he didn't like anymore, since her death.

Anya joined him in the bathroom, wearing a black dress. He remembered all her questions about death months ago, she didn't understand things like that. Neither did he.

She folded her arms, she was anxious. She never saw her fiancé like this, devoided of any interest (they didn't make love for weeks...), so sad (he often cried in the bathroom, during hours). She moved forward, took his hand, saying 'It's time'.

He swallowed hardly. It was time. Time to say goodbye to his best friend.

THE END.