A Special Girl
White Merry Christmas, a special one.
Glancing out the window longingly, she wished to be special too.
Like Willow maybe, who levitated pencils and restored souls as if it were commonplace.
Or Faith, fast and deadly with a self-assured half smirk on her face.
Maybe even Cordelia, admitted into their little group even without super powers.
She longed to be like Buffy, fight monsters and then walk past their house hand-in-hand with her boyfriend, love written on her face.
She watched as the couple disappeared around the corner. "Merry Christmas, Dawn," she whispered quietly.
And wished to be special again.