She is no longer the girl I love. She is a lifeless corps, lying across from me, but I can't bare to leave her alone. She isn't allowed to die. She is the one I would have bet on out living all the rest of us. She was the strongest willed. She was the one who kept us going when Buffy died, and she was the one who comforted me when Buffy would forget a date, or even to come home at night. And now she is dead. A bullet in her heart. And she is laying lifeless one her bedroom floor. It seems so wrong to sit, watch or even breath while she can't. Why did she have to die?