Memories

by Chut Up Bushes

Okay, this is like the shortest fic of all time, it's a oneshot and I wrote it when I was feeling Xanderish. Basically it's set after Chosen, when Xander still thinks about that death on that day.

It was a good three years after that day. Xander lie in his bed in Chicago while his Julie, his girlfriend for two years now was doing her nightly ritual of pouring herself a glass of orange juice and letting the dog run loose in the yard for a couple of minutes. Xander said he loved her, Julie, but every night his girlfriend climbed into bed and said those four words, "I love you, Xander," he said right back in his head,

"I love you, Anya."