Spikes tears streamed down his face as he wrote his note down. What have I done? God I should have known that wasn't Buffy when she touched my shoulder. He continued to cry and some of his tears fell on the paper.
"Crap." He tried to wipe them away but there were visible tearstains on the paper. He signed and continued to write his letter.
Buffy sat in the kitchen with her head on the table. She listened to the paramedics and continued to cry until she started to shack violently. In the middle of her fourth sob fest she heard the phone ring. She sniffed back her tears and picked up the phone.
"Happy Birthday Buffy!" Willow screamed into the phone. " Wow I can't believe you are 18!" Buffy sniffled a little
"Huh?" Buffy asked.
"Your birthday…its today, don't tell me you forgot your own birthday."
"Oh no I am just a little tired, he will can I call you back?"
"Ok, bye Buffy." Willow said.
"Bye Will." Buffy said and lightly hung up the phone. The paramedic came into the kitchen with a look of pure sadness on his face.
"Ma'am …I'm sorry but we lost her." Buffy felt as if she had been hit by a train.. She started to break down again and she felt a hand on her shoulder..
"I really am sorry." He said as he saw the tears streaming down her cheeks. "Here is the number to the Funeral home." He said and handed her a card. Buffy nodded and the paramedic nodded back and made his way out the door. Buffy watched as they hauled her mother's body out to the ambulance and then took off. Buffy went up to her room and laid down she brought her legs up to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs.
"Happy Birthday to me." She said sadly.
Spike went to Buffy's class in the morning but she wasn't there. He went to a phone and called her house but no one answered. He also noticed that Willow and Xander were missing too. Willow wouldn't miss school if she was in a coma. He thought. He realized that something was wrong. He put his head down guiltily, he figured it was because of him. He need to talk to someone, someone who would listen, who was kind and… the first person that came to his mind was Mrs. Summers.
He looked up the number to her work and dialed it, he heard it ring twice before someone answered.
"Hello, how may I help you?" The woman asked.
"Hi I am looking for Joyce Summers." Spike said. There was a silence on the other end of the line.
"I am sorry sir but Joyce past away just yesterday afternoon." Spike was overcome with shock. "Oh, thank you goodbye." Spike hung up the phone and fell to the ground and put his hands in his head. Oh god what is going to happen now?
A/N: Hey it is starting to get to the last few chapters. I may have around 2 or 3 more I am sorry to end this story because I really love it but everything has to end eventurally…