Written for TV100 LJ community's challenge of "Death Letters"
by Zzilly14
Spike hid in the shadows as he watched her casket lower into the ground. Tears filled his eyes... why didn't he tell her he was alive, before it was too late?
A few hours later, after sunset, he came out from hiding and knelt by her grave. His fingers delicately traced along her name, until his eyes found a small pale envelope with his name on it.
"What's this?" he wondered as he picked it up and opened the letter tucked inside.
He clutched the paper tightly as he read it, feeling like she was speaking to him from beyond.
Dear Spike,
I know you're alive - Andrew couldn't keep his big mouth shut. It's hard to believe... but yet again, I've come back from the dead before. Twice.
I want to see you, face to face. I want to feel your lips on mine... But I've been waiting for you to come to me on your own. Or heck, even to call me, so I can hear your voice.
One day I may send you this letter. But I hope I don't have to.
Don't make me wait too long, William. Because one day it may be too late.
Buffy