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Summary: sequel to I Don't Think I Care Enough. A funeral.
Willow pov.
After Faith left us Cordelia just glared at Buffy and stormed out. Angel growled.
"I'm sorry. I di-" Buffy started to say through her tears but Angel wasn't listening.
"Don't. I don't give a damn what you have to say! We told you repeatedly but did you think about the possibility that she could be going through something?! No! You were just being the self-centered too immature Buffy that I thought I left in sunnydale. I guess I was wrong. You and Xander? I don't want either of you talking to me again." he said before he left. Followed by Anya, then Giles, and me. We couldn't bare to be around Buffy and Xander. Those two, sometimes I swear they cross the line like it doesn't even exist. But we'll all come together eventually. Because Faith wouldn't want us to separate. We're a group and we all know that. But more importantly we're a family, and thank goodness we know that too. When I got back to my room, I was met with a sight you pray not to see. It was the letter. That last one. And it was from Faith.
Red,
I'm really sorry. About everything. The way I acted before in sunnydale, the way I acted just now. Just everything. But you understand right? I'm just...my heart aint in it no more. I don't feel the need, the sense of duty, the want to fight. Because I don't have nothin left to fight for. But it don't mean I won't help. The spell that's with this will give ya what ya need from me. My essence. All you have to do is say the spell and the rest will work itself out. I want ya to do me a favor though. I want you to tell them I'm sorry. Especially Dawn. Cus what I said to her was fucked up. I do, did, care whether she lived or died. I was just speakin from raw emotion. Its like everything from the past few months just came rushin back and I took it out on you guys and you didn't really deserve it. And tell the Fang gang I said thanks. They've always had my back and I words can't describe how much I appreciate it. Tell Giles that he's still an old stuffy British whatcha ma whoosit but he's my old stuffy British whatcha ma whoosit. Now you. Red. Willow. Thank you so so much for having my back lately. I know we were never on the best terms but you kept me goin for as long as you could. And I appreciate you more than you'll know. You've been a back bone to me and I'll never forget it. You'll never know how much it meant to me that you tried to save my little girl. But it just wasn't meant to be. And I want you to stop blamin yourself for her dyin. Amanda was here long enough to show me that love, no matter how short its cut, is worth all the pain you can go through. You know if you hadn't stepped in, she never would've taken that breath? So while you're readin this thinkin I don't have nothin to thank you for think of that. I never woulda experienced that if it weren't for you. So yeah, I owe you more than I can repay. And even though I owe you can ya do me one more favor? Could you make sure I'm buried beside Robin? Apparently there's no record of our marriage so they might not put me with him. So could ya do that? Well I guess that's it. I'm honored to have known all of you and I wish you guys the best of luck. Oh and to answer your question from a few weeks ago, my last name is Lehane. Be safe be happy and don't die. Until you're old and wrinkly anyway.
Love,
Faith.
When I finish reading I look up at everyone. I step down from my place and stand beside Cordelia as we watch them lower Faith's body to the ground. Cordelia and I stand there long after the funeral services are over and we're shortly joined by spike and angel. They all agree when I read the end of her headstone out loud.
Faith Lehane
December 14, 1982 - November 11, 2006
a hero in disguise.