I glared at Giles, the numbness of my features now long gone
after Dawn's funeral. We had buried her next to my mom and
everyone had cried, they were supposed to weren't they,
everyone cries at funerals. I felt that even if they had not
known the person being buried so well, they would still have
cried, out of common decency. I tried not to blame them for it,
but I did. They were my friends and they couldn't even shed
real tears over the death of my sister.
Whatever you want Buffy, we will support you, he
gestured behind him to where the rest of the gang were sitting
around solemnly, pretending to read, We will all support
you...Dawn...Dawn was a wonderful person...and I...
DAWN was my sister! And none of you seem to see that she
was the only reason for me to live, at all I couldn't
help but jump in. He was talking about my sister as if she was
gone, and I couldn't take that. I was still in denial. I
half still expected Dawn to walk around the corner smiling again
and talking about boys that she was too embarrassed to tell me
the names of. I looked around at everyone but they all looking at
me, nervously. I picked up my coat from the nearby chair and
turned my back on them, storming towards the magic shop door. I
slammed the door behind me, the little bell still jangling in my
ear as I walked down the quiet Sunnydale street. I pulled my coat
on as I walked, getting a few strange looks from passers by for
wearing a coat in this heat. I didn't care. Since
Dawn's death I had always felt cold.
Under my breath I murmured wistfully, And so the cycle
stops, goodbye slayer...