Buffy lies in bed, finding herself unable to sleep, tossing and turning with only one thing on her mind, The recent break-up with her and the immortal.
"God, he was such a jerk," she said to complete silence in the solitude of her room.
For the past five years, Buffy has been living in Italy with Dawn while she trained to be a watcher with top marks in her class, which makes Buffy very proud, but that is the furthest thing from her mind right now as she thinks of the last words the immortal said to her before he left.
"You fucking muff-munching dyke! I hope you're going to be happy with that…that…tramp!!" and with that he left but not before noticing the glare that made even he cower in fear. The same primal look she gave the biker demon back in Sunnydale.
With that thought, came a much happier one. The thought of Faith, just her being her Faithy-ness. She smiled at that, thinking of the one person that ever made her safe, even when she was dangerous. With that brought a more tragic memory. The memory where she practically killed Faith. The horror flashes of her piercing her stomach with Faith's very own knife. She cringed at the image.
Then suddenly she heard a knock at the door.
"Hey, Buffy? Are you okay?" Dawn's voice came through the door just above a whisper but Buffy still caught the words.
"Yeah Dawn …I'm okay," she said quietly, but apparently Dawn caught it.
"You don't sound okay…" she said as she entered the door of Buffy's room. "You don't look okay either …something wrong?" she asked looking in Buffy's teary eyes. She could honestly say that she wasn't thinking about the brown-haired, blue-eyed stud that Buffy just broke up with. No, she could tell instantly that her thoughts were filled with the dark-haired, dark-eyed former rogue slayer by the name of Faith.
"It's nothing …shouldn't you be in bed?" Buffy was trying to change the subject so she wouldn't have to deal with her feelings for Faith. She knows just how perceptive her little sister can be, especially now that Dawn herself likes girls.
"It's Faith isn't it?"Not falling for the diversion of the talk they know they are going to have about the dark slayer. "Wanna tell me what's wrong?" she asked as she sat on the opposite side of the bed from her sister.
"It's nothing…it's just the memories" she said, her eyes a hazel color. To Dawn this was a sign knowing that her sister really was upset. Buffy had two eye colors that pretty much gave away what mood she was in, green was a positive mood and hazel was a negative mood.
"God, I just wish I could see her," she said sobbing into her sister's lap and continued. "The last time I saw her…she had this look…on her face that burned and froze me at the same time," she said as her breath hitched, recalling the look. "And that's when I wanted her…that's when I knew" she said crying herself asleep with her head on Dawn's lap as the younger girl gently rocked her to sleep.
That was kind of a first for Dawn, she for once in her life felt like she was the big sister. And soon she felt herself about to pass out she decided to push Buffy back up to her pillow and head for her own bed.
Morning rose in casa de la Summers as Dawn decided to get the morning paper which was wedged between the mailbox door. "might as well" she said to herself referring to the mail. She then started cycling through the mail "bills, bills, bills…" what she then saw surprised her for she only knew one person in the world who would write a letter with no return address. "Oh…my…God!" she ran screaming into the house for Buffy.