Epilogue



A week had passed since Darry's death but Oz still felt the same way he had when she first died: empty. Nothing seemed to matter anymore; the world had lost all of its color, everything was gray and lifeless. He felt numb inside, like he had nothing inside him.
He stared blankly ahead as the persist recited words out of the Bible as Darry's casket was lowered into the ground. Beside him, Kellie sobbed as though she was unable to stop. Oz figured that he was in shock at the moment, or he would be crying as well.
The funeral was small; it just consisted of the Scooby Gang. Once the funeral was over, Oz took a seat in one of the chairs. Buffy came to sit beside him.
"How are you? Aside from the obvious?" Buffy asked.
Oz looked over at her. "I never thought I could feel this way, so alone. In all the darkness I just feel like letting go." Oz answered and felt fresh tears fall.
Buffy laid a comforting hand on his shoulder. "It'll get better; you won't cry every minute but you'll never stop missing her. I wish I could tell different but that's the way it is; I still feel that way about my mom." Buffy said.
"I can't stay here." Oz whispered, looking up at Buffy. "I can't stay in Sunnydale, not now." He said.
Buffy studied him. "Kellie told me, earlier, that she felt the same way." Buffy told him.
"Everything is gray without her, Buffy, everything is pointless; I can't stay here because everything reminds me of her." Oz said, feeling tears trickle down his cheeks.
Buffy nodded. "I understand." She said, honestly. "Sometimes it's hard to do the same things you did before but you have to."
"I know but I can't do it in Sunnydale." Oz said.
Buffy stood up and nodded. She left Oz alone; Oz stood up and walked over to Darry's tombstone. He reached into his pocket and pulled out Darry's necklace. He gently rested the necklace on top of the tombstone and read the engraving one more time as we walked away.

Daralyn Alicia Moore

January 5th 1981- January 6th 2002

She Will Be Missed By Many

And That Is An Understatement



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Author's Note/ Dedications

First of all, I want to thank everyone for reading my story; I put in countless hours and I'm glad to know that it wasn't in vain.
I'd like to dedicate this story to a bunch of people so here goes: first of all to my best friend Kellie, for telling me that the story was wonderful, for giving life to her very own character, for loving Spike and most of all for being Kellie; for Kellie's sister, Melissa, because 'now you get no cocoa' but not because Kellie and I couldn't be saints, which still isn't fare; for my brothers, Tyler and Caden, because they understand how to play a good game of werewolf; to my friend Becca because, well just because; to my other friends Melissa (G) and Ashley because they also read the story (and mostly to Melissa because she said I have believable dialogue); to my dad because he isn't like Darry's dad.
I'd also like to think the countless singers of whose CD's I listened to while doing this but most of all to: Pearl Jam for the song "Last Kiss" which is my favorite song, to Sarah McLaclan for her song "Full of Grace" because I love that song too and for Christopher Beck, who composed the song "Close Your Eyes" which is also Buffy and Angel's love theme.
Just a little Author's Note: I don't think Snowville is a real place because I got it out of the book Phantoms by Dean R. Koontz, if not for him Kellie would have been a Connecticut girl.
Thanks again for reading my story; love ya, SparklingDiamond