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Fallen
I strolled along the Sunnydale cemetery that afternoon. The tombstones inscribed everything someone could say about the deceased with minimal characters. Apparently, these things cost money. I sighed. They don't understand that this is not the main issue to worry about. In the end, money has no say in many things in this world. One of those things is life itself.
I stopped as I approached one particular headstone. There were a bunch of flowers lying in front of it. The words seemed to be engraved deeply into the stone, every word full of emotions and thoughts.
BUFFY
ANNE SUMMERS
1981-2001
BELOVED SISTER
DEVOTED FRIEND
SHE
SAVED THE WORLD
A LOT
I remember her. She was a young blonde girl who was energetic, perky and full of life. Now, she laid there lifeless, confined to a coffin buried six feet under the ground. I remembered the first time she died. She complained. She was too young to die. But this time, she was still too young. There isn't a right age to die because I believe that you can't put people into this world just to have them die in the end. But I have no say in this, the Gods themselves have their way of running things around here. Sometimes, I guess it's better this way.
But Buffy, she definitely saved the world. On more than one occasion, if my memory serves me correctly. Each time she does, she seemed to be dying a little bit inside. Maybe this is what she was hoping for. Being the Slayer is not about choices, but it is about sacrifices. It always has been. I saw so many of them fall, and every one of them sacrificed to save the world.
She had friends and family to help her through all of the difficult times that had passed. But I guess there are some things that can't be helped. She killed Angel. She would have given up everything to be with him, but she had to drive a sword through him to save the world. Then, she ran away, to a city where no one would notice her, where she could be someone else other than Buffy. But it didn't last. She was someone. She was the Slayer and no matter how hard she tried, she can't change that fact. It was her destiny to fight evil and the creatures that come out into the darkness.
Now, she lay under the earth. She said once that she'd rather die than to watch Dawn get killed. In a sad way, her wish came true. I would never forget the look on her face as she faced the horizon. The peace that was there, the realisation that this was she had to do. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. In the end, we all go back to the cycle of life, from the earth we come, now back to the earth we go. She remains lifeless, and the world is still standing today, with not one of them knew what had happened and what could have been the end of the world. Today, her friends are still living each day, trying to carry on the legacy that you have fought.
To me, I am thankful that the world is still revolving around the sun. What you did can never be forgotten because it is written down in the history books. The history that I watched and wrote down with my pen. What you did, I thank you.
Suddenly, I look up as rain started to pour down from the sky. Looks like the heavens are mourning today.
The rain continued to fall as the world continued to exist.
But for some people, like Buffy Anne Summers, they are fallen.