Dear Diary,
I felt it again last night. Ok yeah I know you're gonna ask, so I'll go ahead and tell ya now
so you can laugh at me. I felt Spike. I know. I know. It couldn't be Spike. He's dead. Dust at the bottom of the once Sunnydale crater. But still it felt just like him. That same tingle that washes up and down my spine like no other, that damn near takes me over and in.
At first I paid it no mind, ok tried to at least. But it wouldn't work. The harder I tried to shake the feeling off as remorse and regret, the stronger it seemed to grow.
I gave in Diary; I went looking for the source of it. Found 3 fledges, that got dusted before they could take a bite out of their dinner and a Vengeance demon that I could swear was Halfrek talking to a poor unsuspecting girl on a bench. I didn't even bother to try to spot her. Ok but that's neither here nor there.
I never found the source of it. It left as fast as it came. Guess it really was just another of my mental Buffy moments. I get lost in my memories of him and it's like all of a sudden he's here with me. Near me.
If only….
Buffy Summers
March 4, 2006
Rome, Italy