My love,
"Buffy, I have no idea even where to start writing this to you, or why I should even bother writing something to you. I love you. There is nothing more to be said on that. But why did you risk your life? Why couldn't you let me do that? I would have gladly traded you places, life without you is worse than the tortures of hell, the pain of knowing I will never see your face again burns worse than my soul. You were my everything Buffy, I can't function without you, I made a sad attempt to kill myself. It bloody didn't work, which depresses me more. I can't even seem to kill myself. I don't want to ever live without you, that was why we made that bond. Even in death, we promised each other. Even in death, I will forever be yours. For even in my death, I love you. I'm coming to join you in whatever lies beyond the perils of death, I love you too much to live like this. A shamble, a shadow of what you made me. Buffy, I'm coming for you, I'm coming to spend the rest of eternity with you."
Willow knocked on Buffy's bedroom door. Spike had been in there an excessively long time. The sun was beginning to rise, and she knew that Buffy didn't have heavy drapes on her windows. Spike didn't answer, so she knocked again. She heard him sniffle inside, and decided to leave him alone. She'd check back later.
Dawn walked up to the door, another set of tears resting still inside her eyes. She knew what had happened. Spike hadn't been heard from in over a day and a half. Willow had last seen him in Buffy's room, no one ever saw him leave. He never did. Dawn reached for the door handle, but thought better of it. She'd let them have their peace. They'd both suffered enough.
Spike watched the sunrise, it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, second only to that of the face of his smiling love. "It's as beautiful as you are love." He whispered as he felt the warmth over take him. It was what he wanted, to live no more in the shadow of her death, but to die alongside her, to live by her side in the afterlife forever. Never letting go of her. He'd fight to get into heaven, she'd be there to fight alongside him, as they had, and now, would forever more.
His ashes lay scattered along the window sill, blowing up towards heaven with the wind. And Mr. Gordo fell softly to the ground, without a sound.
THE END
Hope you liked it! Please review!!! I know the ending is not how most would have planned it… I may actually write Spike's letter out, depending on if anyone reads and reviews this, and says they'd like to read Spike's letter. :-)