I'm so sorry for the lack of updates but I've been really really really busy....I'm hoping to have this story finished in a week or so because I want to get it done before I move....

Buffy's heart stopped when her mother said that. What could she have to tell me? A million options ran through her head.

"Your father and I are getting a divorce. I'm losing everything," Joyce took a deep breath before continuing, "and so are you."

"What?" Buffy asked quietly. Daddy doesn't love us anymore...

"Your father is starting a new life, with a new woman, and he doesn't want either of us to be apart of it."

"But...I-he...Why?" Buffy's eyes darted quickly over the table as if the napkins could give her some divine answer.

"Sometimes...People just, fall out of love," Joyce responded with unshed tears in her eyes. "And sometimes all the love in the world isn't enough to make things better again."

Buffy's days were spent packing and getting ready for her move. She had never been more confused in all of her young life. Maybe Spike did love her, but maybe that wasn't enough for them. Maybe he didn't love her at all.

The day she and Angel went sailing came all too quickly.

"Once on board, you can go below and unload the groceries," Angel instructed, as they walked along the floating dock at the marina. When they reached the berth where the thirty-foot sailboat was moored, Angel help Buffy aboard.

While she went below, Angel moved forward and busied himself with the sails, setting the jib and readying the spinnaker.

"Jesus, Angel, you packed way too much food!" Buffy shouted through the open stairwell that led to the deck above.

"I eat a lot." Came the simple reply. The day was lovely, the wind perfect for sailing. despite all his comments about being the captain while she was the crew, Angel seemed eager to do the majority of the work. Putting away a few bags of groceries seemed like such an easy task.

"I'll probably set sail while you're below," Angel shouted down to her, "so don't be concerned if you feel the boat move."

Buffy's experience as a sailor was limited. Angel had insisted for weeks that he was going to change all that. Before the end of the day, he claimed she'd be a top-notch mariner. Apparently the lessons started in the galley.

Humming as she worked, Buffy unloaded the three large grocery bags. Clearly they were going to eat well this weekend. She was busy cleaning lettuce for a salad later when she heard voices up above, but although she craned her neck to see who Angel was speaking to, she couldn't see anyone. It was probably someone standing on the dock, Buffy decided.

A few moments later came the sound of the sailboat's small outboard motor. The boat dipped slightly as Angel moved ahead and raised the sails. When the motor stopped, she knew they were a safe distance from the marina.

She finished her tasks, and, bringing a couple cans of cold soda with her, climbed up from the galley. It wasn't until she looked away from the helm that she realized someone else and joined them.

Spike.

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I know short chapter and all. Sorry. This story's almost done, but I have a quick question for everyone... Should I write a sequel or should I start a new story? Review and answer please because the answer will affect the last chapter of the story!