Disclaimer
: Buffy the Vampire Slayer does not belong to me but to the great Joss Whedon. I only own the story. Please review but no flames.This story is set at the end of Season Five when Buffy is dying.
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At first there was only pain and darkness.
That was the best way Buffy could speak about those moments when she was dying.
It was pain and darkness and flashing in and out of consciousness.
When the dark came it was pleasant. No worry or suffering. Just peace.
With the pain it was horrible. She dwelled on how she'd miss everyone.
Especially Dawn. Even if the memories weren't real. She was her sister.
She could feel the life going out of her and thought of all the things she had yet to do.
No kids. No husband. No Angel.
Angel.
She hadn't realized how much she cared for him.
But she hoped he would find someone else to be with. Someone who would make him feel better about her dying.
Ahh.
The portal was nearly closing. When it closed she would be dead already.
The darkness was getting longer. Soon she thought soon.
Wait what is that.
It looked like but it couldn't be?
Mom?
Yes it was her mom reaching a hand out. She was saying something but she couldn't make it out.
Wait.
" Buffy its time sweetie. Just let go and it will be all over. "
Let go what did she mean.
Did she mean stop thinking about her loved ones?
Or did it mean to let go of her body?
She then decided to just reach out.
She could feel being held back but she kept on trying.
Finally she reached her mother.
And at that moment she lost all fear and doubt. She just had peace.
She was like that with her mom for a few months before Willow pulled her out of heaven.