She walked in and closed the door. Didn't even bothered to look around the room she would be spending the night. The first night after the hell mouth, the first night after..
The scar in her lower abdomen was still hurting and bleeding a little, all the other wounds and sore bones would heal but that one would scar for sure. The only wound that wouldn't heal nor scar was in her chest, pulsating.
This was the first time she was alone after… and it was the first time she allowed herself to let go to that insufferable, burning, drowning, chocking pain.
Didn't even bothered to undress an take a shower, she just sat on the bed and let the pain consume her for the first and (she hoped) last time.
A blank stare at the wall and fists clutching the quilt, Buffy at last started to cry. Her sobs were quiet, she didn't want to wakeup the others, but the tears sprung freely and her expression was of insufferable pain.
- He's gone…
She laid back and rolled to fetal position. Crying eased the pain a little but was leaving a giant hole in that spot in her chest. She didn't knew what was worst.
The sore bones remembered her how tired she was, so she cried herself to sleep, fully dressed on top of the mattress, lost in the insufferable pain of loosing the one you love but also preparing herself for what to come, because the world was still there, the other people she loved and cared about were all right and there were many young girls lives that were going to change.
And all of this because of him..
So when she fell asleep the insufferable pain expression was replaced for one of proud and rest.
THE END