Spike,
I wish…I wish that you hadn't taken the amulet. I wish that when I told you I loved you, you hadn't denied it…because then maybe I could have convinced myself that I really did love you. You are an amazing person/vampire, Spike. I never thought that I would come to love, even as just a friend, someone who initially tried to kill me. Spike, you saved the world. And you saved Dawn, and for that I will be forever grateful to you. She misses you, more then you'll ever know. I can see it in her eyes when I go to visit her, that far away distant look. She loved you, Spike; I really think she did. In a way I think all of us did.
-Buffy
Spike,
I never thought I would miss you. You were always the one who would complicate things, who would turn things into something more dramatic and yet you probably saved all of us. You showed Buffy she was human, you loved Dawn when no one else was there, you showed us a side of Giles that was a little un-British-like. When I first met you, you were just another big bad that Buffy would kill and forget. I never knew as I cowered, yes cowered, in that janitors closet that you would in turn, save every single one of us. I miss hearing your British slang and the way you insisted on calling me "red". There is one picture that will forever stay with me; when Buffy died to save the world. The look of complete pain on your face has stuck with me since that day. It wasn't your fault, Spike. None of it was your fault and as much as I wanted to blame you, just to blame someone besides me, it wasn't. It never was. You saved us, Spike, you saved every last one of us. Even Xander, though he'll never admit it.
Love,
Red (Willow)
Dead Boy Junior,
I wouldn't even be writing this if Dawn hadn't given me the puppy dog eyes and promised to do the snoopy dance. You should see her; all grown up the Dawnster is. Beautiful too, don't tell Buffy I ever said that, but she is. Smart too, makes me feel real stupid most of the time. I think she knows more languages then Giles does. It's kinda scary. I hope you're in heaven with Anya. Last thing we need is her talking to God about the capitalist advantages to sex. Take care of her…tell her I love her…I'll always love her. Thanks, Spike…for everything.
-Xander