"Buffy? You've gotta snap out of it. This is real, everything else exists in your head, it's all in your imagiation. The clinic, the white walls and men in white suits. If anything then that is crazy, but you Buffy, are not."

In hopes of finding a more perfect reality, we retreat into our dreams. Sometimes life is stranger than a dream and the only way to wake up is to face what lies hidden.

"Well, if you listen to it, it all makes sense doesn't it? Sick girl in an institutaion? Slayer? It's obvious what sounds more real, what is more real. So don't you dare tell me that this is all in my head."

People think that if you love somebody hard enough, then everything is just going to work out. Well people are wrong.

"I didn't ask for this you know."

Buffy frowned in extreme confusion.

"You didn't ask for what?"

Her eyes softened and the haunted look came back.

"We're always the ones who has to suffer. Jackie Kennedy and her cheating president, just to name one. All these missfortunes flowing through our genes. Maybe if we knew, beforehand, maybe we wouldn't have chosen this. Vulnerability, pain, suffering, loneliness, forgotten and buried all alone. Who would voluntarily sign up for that? They should make bulletproof hearts, they'd surely be a hit."

What does it mean to be happy? To be content in the world around you?

"Buffy? I'm in love with you."

'That look in your eyes makes me crazy'

"No, you're not. You're in love with what I do to you. Admit it. You like me because I'm the only one who will put you in your place and not be afraid of the consequences. I will make you stand in the corner and feel ashamed. Do you know why I can do all that? Because you're not, real. None of this is real."

Think of me as you undo her dress, i hope you hear my voice as you kiss her neck and when lust is screaming for release, i hope that you're remebering me.

"Please don't tell me you made me up, it's insulting. The truth is, there's nothing to be afraid of, it's just life."

'This can't be the end.'

"And the truth is what? Absolute?"
'
You did this.'

"Believe it. Even when the truth is hard and cold and more painful than any lie, the truth is absolute."

'This awkward silence makes me crazy.'

"Love like ours doesn't last and do you know why?"

'I want to hold you and touch you.'

"Because it's a secret wanting?"

'Feel you and kiss you.'

"It's like loving someone you can never have."

'Taste you, all night.'

"Which is us, everyday."

'Always.'

"I don't know how to re adjust to life here, I can't do it because I don't belong here. I'm just so overwhelmed with emotions that should not affect me. You mean nothing to me, so tell me, why am I still here?"

'I'll try to kiss you if you'll let me.'

"Oh poor little lost girl, you don't fit in anywhere, you've got no one to love."

'Amid all the chaos…'

"I'm lost? Look at you, you idiot. You're not even real!"

'I guess she grew up.'

"I hurt you, you hurt me. Isn't that how we play? Very kindergarten."

When things fall apart, they fall apart so hard.

Buffy gazed at her, she felt such a connection…

'Someday I'll belong to you.'

…Yet still there was a distance in between – she and Faith, not such an unlikely pair anymore.

She reached out to touch her face.

"You're real."