Mourning
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Spoilers: The whole series, especially Chosen
It is gone. All gone. The school (again), The Expresso Pump, The Sun Cinema, the churches, their homes, the graveyards. Especially the graveyards. The faces of the fallen present themselves as a slideshow in his mind. Jenny. Kendra. Joyce. Tara. Anya. Spike. The girls who will never leave the Hellmouth. The girls who never made it to the Hellmouth. He knows each of their names. Buffy doesn't. He does. He learned them all in case he had to tell their parents that they had died. Now he no longer sees their faces, only the grave stones -- including those of the young women and one man who would never, no matter how briefly, have a memorial marking their final resting place. Soon, it's all a blur of stone cold gray, the stones swirling around in his mind so fast that he can't even read them anymore and it's too much, it's all too much, all he wants to do is sit back on his haunches and howl and scream and --
"There's another Hellmouth in Cleveland," is all he says.
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