Chapter Seven: Buffy's Letters
Dear Willow, Dawn and Xander,
I have to write your guys' letter together because I might not have enough time to write one for each of you.
Willow. You've been my best friend ever since I came here. You've never ceased to amaze me and help me. I asked a lot of you, and now I'm doing it again. I wish I was able to help you when you needed it. I'm so sorry I didn't. I hid behind being the slayer, and you're the only one who ever knows me. I know you feel bad for whatever you did in the past. But, you don't need my forgiveness. You're my best friend and no matter what happens between us, we'll always be best friends.
Xander, I can honestly say that if you weren't in my life, I wouldn't laugh as much, or at all. I may be a big hero type, Chosen One, sacred birthright, yada yada, but you, oh Xander, you are my hero. It was you who brought me back to life seven years ago, you, not Angel, not Spike, not Riley. You're the love of my life Xander, nothing can ever change that. I'm so honored to have you as my best friend.
I know you don't want to hear this, but I'm going to write it anyways. I love you Dawn. Not because I have to, but because I want to. If I truly believed that you're nothing but a ball of energy and some crazy monks turned you into a human and sent you to me, I still wouldn't have let Glory kill you. You're my sister, you're me and I'm you. All those fake memories we have, mean as much as real memories, and we've already made so many new memories. If you ever, ever doubt that we aren't sisters, remember that there's no possible way we can hate and love each other like we do.
My being the slayer doesn't matter to you all. With you all I'm Buffy Summers, Best Friend and Big Sister. I've carried the burden of being the Slayer like it was a curse. But it wasn't, it was a gift. A wonderful gift. Because if I never became the slayer, none of you would be in my life. So, just in case I don't make it tomorrow, 'cause let's face it, apocalypse=good chance that Buffy may die, keep living, because you know how short life is.
I Love You All
Buffy
Dear Giles,
There's not much to say, I guess. Thank you. Thank you for being my Watcher, and teaching me so much. I know you think I don't listen to you, but that little voice in the back of my head, the one that says "Be Careful, Buffy," that voice, it sounds a lot like you.
I know you think I'm reckless and headstrong, and stuff, but you've always been there to ground me, to remind me of who I was, and what I was supposed to be doing. And I don't think that was just Watcher-Giles talking.
You're more than just a Watcher and a friend. You teach me, you scold me, you help me, you yell at me, and that's all something a father does. You've been my father, Giles. You put up with the boy talk, and the girl talk, and all the things in between. So, thank you so much, for being my father.
Love, Buffy
