By Rosie and Amelia
Disclaimer: People if you think these Characters belong to me I suggest you go check and see what's in your water. These characters belong to people way over in America you know Joss and what such, go hassle them….
Last chapter… sniff sniff, Ok lots of hugs and kisses goes out to all my reviewers, especially HonorH and Leanne8582 who gave me lovely encouragement from the beginning… you are all wonderful people… or things in Meals case.
Anyhow as always Special thanks goes out to Amelia, without you bad things would have happened, mainly me giving up or kicking my computer. So Meals you get many Anya thanks and an award for being fabulous, also one of these days I'll find Xander/Nick and lock him in a box for you pleasure…And thank you my darling for all that wonderful Beta-ing, I'll pay you in kisses…
and Cress, if I could I would get you Spike…. For my thanks
Anyhow onto the last chapter… and Review, pretty please with Spike on top… … TaraIt's always sudden.
Death is always sudden, maybe not in the
physical sense, from the day we're born we start to die… but psychologically
it's always sudden.
When
my mother died, it felt like the whole world had just dropped away, leaving me
swimming alone in a sea of confusion. For months I knew she was dying - I cried
myself to sleep every night, dreading the world without her in it. But it
wasn't until she died that I finally realised… I would never see her again.
The feeling was so abrupt…
When
that happened I got a bit… wild I guess. I skipped school, ignored my friends,
and stayed out all night. The school called a grief counsellor and I sat
through endless sessions trying to deal with my grief.
It
wasn't the counsellor that got me going back to school, it was the thought of
having to stay in town and ending up like my mother, dying at home with a
husband she hated. Her dreams draining away like an old dishwasher.
I
fled the hell I called home and started a new life at UC Sunnydale, trying to
forget my old life and my supposed demon half.
In the later days of my joining the Scooby gang, when I become more that just 'Willows Girlfriend', I found something that I thought was lost with my mother.
Love. Friendship. Security.
A big part of that was Joyce.
Now Joyce is gone too… another mother lost…
Joyce was the mother none of us had; she is what made our quirky family whole.
With her hot chocolates and invitations to chat anytime.
Her warm smiles and knowing eyes, that saw so much but realised so little.
So I sit here, in this hospital beside a numb Buffy. I know that this death could rip her apart, leave her scrabbling to pick up the lost pieces, broken memories.
And I hope that we will survive…
Author's Note: well this has been a lovely experience. In several years I will walk down memory lane and reminisce about the late nights I spent with this story. Ahhhhhh, nostalgic times they will be. I'd like to thank everyone who reviewed because um, reviews are quite effulgent, you know. And thanks go out to Rosie cos she's my little bottle of methylated spirits... kissed and bites to her