Deep in Thought
The blinds were closed despite being noon time. She sat on her bed, knees pulled to her chest, her eyes fixed on nothing in particular. She hadn't left the room in days. She hadn't talked to anyone since he'd left. What was the point? He was gone and so was her heart. He'd ripped it out.
On the other side of the room, Buffy watched Willow sink deeper into melancholy. She knew she should say something, but she knew what it was like to lose the guy you loved. She'd let her wallow just a little longer.