Epilogue: Eros Revisited
For years after she saved his soul, he came to her in dreams.
Sometimes she saw him as the handsome and mysterious messenger of her early Sunnydale days, sometimes he was the apathetic stranger of the days before they met, and sometimes he was the soulless terror who filled her with dread.
But mostly he was the Angel of her everyday life. The one who made her eggs and helped her fight demons and talked to her about the future that they were making together.
One night, she woke from a dream to see that she could make out the shape of the lamp on her bedside table. He stirred as she reached over and turned it on.
"Buffy, what's wrong?" he asked sleepily. "Did you have a bad dream?"
"No," she said. "It was a very good one."
She smiled as he put his arms around her and pulled her back down into the warmth of their bed, his lips meeting hers like an answered prayer.
And maybe it wasn't always perfect happiness, but it was perfect happiness sometimes. And that was more than enough.
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