"Buried Alive"
Angel watched, heartbroken, as they put her coffin into the ground. He had to look away. There was no body in the casket, she could still be alive somewhere. But, Angel knew all too well the repercussions of believing in things that didn't exist. She probably would never come back, and he would die, old and alone. Still grieving his ghost lover. His mother clasped his hand and led him away from Buffy's grave. Angel jerked his hand away. He had a right to grieve, and he would. He stood in front of the gravesite, and watched them throw dirt on Buffy's casket. He couldn't breathe. Dawn was wailing behind him, and her father wasn't even holding her. Tara was comforting Willow, and Xander was being comforted by Anya. Who would comfort him? Would he ever feel normal again? Angel walked towards Dawn and hugged her. She sobbed into his shirt, and was getting it soaked in the process. He touched her hair, and his hand rubbed soothingly down her back.
"It's okay Dawn. It's okay." But inside he knew it wasn't.
Hank watched them bury his daughter's casket. He never meant to hurt Buffy. He loved Buffy. Angel was supposed to die. Not his daughter. Not his Buffy. Hank, wracked with guilt, walked sullenly away. Leaving the hate of his heart to comfort his daughter. The only one he had left. But he didn't care. Not anymore. Nothing mattered anymore. Not even Dawn...