AN: I know Tara was dead, but I kinda need her for the plot, so she has to
be alive.
"Well, this pale blue might suit you madam."
"Oh yes, very nice. How much is it?"
"Err, $20."
"Here you are. Goodbye."
"Bye."
Anya collapsed onto the sofa. That had been the 50th customer today, and it was only 11am. Owning a clothes shop was much harder than a magic store. Except that you got more money with clothes.
"Anya? Oh, there you are. Moping again? You've got to stop thinking about Xander. That was 14 years ago." Halefrek said.
"But I wasn't-"
"Now it's understandable for the first few years, but I really would expect you to have frogotten over it by now."
"But-"
"I mean, after the funeral everything is very sad, and in my opinion, you're better off without him."
"Hal, please…"
"And he obviously though so too. Why else would he have committed suicide?"
"HAL! You know he didn't commit suicide. He was murdered."
"Yes, well, you can't really believe that though. It was obvious he wanted to die."
Anya glared at her.
"Well… If you say so dear. But remember my favourite saying. 'Men have no feelings.'"
Anya's mind flashed back to the day they had found the body. It was sunny and beautiful, and Anya was going to make up with Xander. She remembered opening the door of his flat. No-one was there. She went into the bedroom. He was lying on the floor. She walked towards him. There was dried blood on the side of his head. She feels his pulse. There is none. She slides down the wall. Sometime later, she doesn't know when, Willow comes in and finds them. She calls an ambulance. Then at the hospital, the doctor saying that Xander was dead. Then everything blurred till the day of the funeral. Just one thing wrong at the funeral. No Buffy. She hadn't been seen since the day that Xander… the day she found him.
After the funeral, what was left of the Scooby gang went their separate ways. Willow and Tara were going to England, but then Willow was turned, and so Tara had to do the spell to give her soul back. That meant that they couldn't be together though, so Tara had gone to England on her own, leaving Willow to help Spike keep Sunnydale under order.
Anya didn't know why she was thinking about that. All that mattered was that Xander was…
A silent tear trickled down Anya's cheek. Just one. Then the door opened, and she got back to work.
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AN: *Sniff sniff* It's all so sad! Wonder if you've got the hint. Next chapter is gonna be Buffy! It might take a bit longer though cos the first 4 chapters I wrote in one day at school, and I haven't yet decided on Buffy's situation. Please be patient, and wait for me. REMEMBER TO REVIEW. Come on guys, it keeps me going. Oh, hey, and if anyone is going to say anything about Halefrek saying 'frogotten' instead of 'forgotten' don't bother cos I know it's there. It just tickled me funny bone when I realised what I had written. Hope it tickles your funny bone too! Erm, not like that you sick minded people!
"Well, this pale blue might suit you madam."
"Oh yes, very nice. How much is it?"
"Err, $20."
"Here you are. Goodbye."
"Bye."
Anya collapsed onto the sofa. That had been the 50th customer today, and it was only 11am. Owning a clothes shop was much harder than a magic store. Except that you got more money with clothes.
"Anya? Oh, there you are. Moping again? You've got to stop thinking about Xander. That was 14 years ago." Halefrek said.
"But I wasn't-"
"Now it's understandable for the first few years, but I really would expect you to have frogotten over it by now."
"But-"
"I mean, after the funeral everything is very sad, and in my opinion, you're better off without him."
"Hal, please…"
"And he obviously though so too. Why else would he have committed suicide?"
"HAL! You know he didn't commit suicide. He was murdered."
"Yes, well, you can't really believe that though. It was obvious he wanted to die."
Anya glared at her.
"Well… If you say so dear. But remember my favourite saying. 'Men have no feelings.'"
Anya's mind flashed back to the day they had found the body. It was sunny and beautiful, and Anya was going to make up with Xander. She remembered opening the door of his flat. No-one was there. She went into the bedroom. He was lying on the floor. She walked towards him. There was dried blood on the side of his head. She feels his pulse. There is none. She slides down the wall. Sometime later, she doesn't know when, Willow comes in and finds them. She calls an ambulance. Then at the hospital, the doctor saying that Xander was dead. Then everything blurred till the day of the funeral. Just one thing wrong at the funeral. No Buffy. She hadn't been seen since the day that Xander… the day she found him.
After the funeral, what was left of the Scooby gang went their separate ways. Willow and Tara were going to England, but then Willow was turned, and so Tara had to do the spell to give her soul back. That meant that they couldn't be together though, so Tara had gone to England on her own, leaving Willow to help Spike keep Sunnydale under order.
Anya didn't know why she was thinking about that. All that mattered was that Xander was…
A silent tear trickled down Anya's cheek. Just one. Then the door opened, and she got back to work.
**************
AN: *Sniff sniff* It's all so sad! Wonder if you've got the hint. Next chapter is gonna be Buffy! It might take a bit longer though cos the first 4 chapters I wrote in one day at school, and I haven't yet decided on Buffy's situation. Please be patient, and wait for me. REMEMBER TO REVIEW. Come on guys, it keeps me going. Oh, hey, and if anyone is going to say anything about Halefrek saying 'frogotten' instead of 'forgotten' don't bother cos I know it's there. It just tickled me funny bone when I realised what I had written. Hope it tickles your funny bone too! Erm, not like that you sick minded people!
