Birthday Picture
Alexander pressed his treasure closer to his chest. Mrs. Rosemberg had given it to him earlier, along with chocolate cake as she murmured "Happy Birthday, Alex."
He carefully took the photograph out of its frame. He looked at his own smiling face next to Willow's, They'd been helping Mrs. Rosemberg to bake and both had chocolate on their lips. It was a funny picture.
His other treasure was under his mattress. 'Important Moments', it read in Willow's neat writing. It had been his last year's birthday's gift.
Alexander sighed at its near emptiness and carefully pasted the photograph on it.
Saved By Fate
He'd found it in a trash can.
Xander never knew why he'd looked down, but a coloured paper stuck out as he did.
A photograph.
Curious, he'd picked it up, too late recognising his own smiling face. He'd been so tempted to throw it back into the trash, feeling as if the innocent paper could burn his not-so-innocent fingers.
But then, when they took that snapshot, hadn't it been an important moment? He decided to keep it, under his mattress where it belonged.
She'd said she looked good in that picture. He smiled, few times had Cordy been so right.
AN: Too late I remembered that Cordy had burned those pictures. Just think this one she threw out before deciding to burn the others, okay? winks
It Is Never Enough
Alexander Harris learned to draw.
He bought pencils and charcoal. He read books and followed instructions, and he grew proud of his progressing impovement .
But sometimes he remembered Willow's baby face in his birthday, Buffy's unguarded smile at the Prom. Or maybe Cordelia's laughing eyes as he carried her piggyback style or Anya's blissful face from when they announced their engagement...
He'd dream thousands of Important Moments and his fingers ached to find pencil and charcoal as he felt the lump under the mattress.
Yet it was never enough, this album was never as perfect as the lost one.