Buffy, I don't know how to start this. I mean how do you start a letter to someone who's not really going to read it? Giles has a friend, a shrink-friend, who suggested to him that we write letters to you, telling you how much we loved you. She, the shrink, thinks it might help us since no one seems to be doing better and it's been a few months already. So here I am, writing to you. I miss you, Buffy. I miss you so much. You're my best friend. What am I supposed to do now? I'm so sorry that we couldn't save you. I can't believe what you did, but I understand why you did it. Dawn's okay. Not great, but okay. Giles is watching her. We're all helping out too. Spike. he's not okay. He's hardly around, which before probably was a good thing, but now, I'm actually worried about him. Dawn says he comes to her window at night and they just sit. They don't talk; they just sit sometimes out on the roof, watching the stars. He's watching her too. I went to LA and told Angel, Cordelia, and Wesley. Angel's taking it worse than any of us. He feels guilty because he wasn't there. I told him and he just sank to the floor, crying. He didn't say anything, didn't talk. Just sat there. It was creepy. I've been thinking about you a lot. You're pretty much the only thing I think of. I could have saved you, I know it. If we had just known more, if we had known how everything was going to going down. I could have used magic to get Dawn down in time. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I love you. I want you to know that I'm so grateful for the time we had together. We're sisters. I always pictured us growing old together, getting together and cheating at bingo, and forgetting to take out medicines. You changed my life. I'm gonna go now. Tara and I are going to see Xander. Anya's ok, by the way. She broke some ribs, and don't think we didn't hear about that for weeks. I'll write soon, okay? I love you.

-- Willow