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Buffy and I were able to convince Xander to come to Silver with us, but the tension is all over the place. Xander sits next to me and he is even more restless than I am. He really didn't want to come; He just wanted to stay home. We sit side by side holding our drinks like our lives depend on it, staring at Buffy, Faith, Dawn and Kennedy laughing and dancing.

I should be fine, I should only be a worried friend, but every time I look at him I see his pain for Anya and that reminds me of Tara...

"It's been two months," he says so quietly I can barely hear it. He finally breaks the silence, but his voice sounds fuzzy. His shoulders are dropped and he looks like he will fall any minute. His look is distant, cause he sees Anya there. For now, he knows he is just daydreaming but I remember that I used to see Tara in every girl. Someone would say something or some blonde would turn around and I would swear it was her, but then I remembered it wasn't possible.

I take his hand in mine. I should tell him it will be okay, but we both know it won't. I should tell him time will heal it, but it still hurts the same. I should tell him he will move on, but why would he if the only thing you do with a new girl is compare her to the old one?

So I only press his hand.

I can feel tears falling from my eyes.

"Will, you should be comforting me, not crying." He tries to chuckle but fails miserably.

"I am sorry," I say and wipe away the tears with my free hand.

"I am sorry; I am a bad friend, a very bad, bad friend." Why is babbling on purpose harder? "I should be punished, yeah…" I let out a breath of relief when he smiles. The queen of the babblefest forgot how to babble, but he didn't notice.

"Come on, Will. Let's … have you been crying?" Kennedy comes from the dance floor.

"No, it's just those disco lights. They always make my eyes teary. I will sue the guy who made it up. Umm, is he still alive?" Remind me to never complain about babbling again, it's amazing.

"Uhh, okay." She doesn't sound too convinced but then she just shrugs and takes a sip from my drink.

I turn to Xander, "Ken is right. Let's dance."

"No, Will. I …" He shakes his head rapidly. I think if he tried a little bit more, his head would fly off his neck. Did I just think that? Headless Xander … hmm … eyeless Xander is a lot cooler.

"Come on, it will be fun." I put on my resolve face.

"This is my resolve face." I point it out, just in case.

He hesitantly agrees and in a few minutes we are on the dance floor. I dance mostly with him, so Ken moves back to Dawn with a sigh. I know this wasn't what she imagined when I said we would go to the club, but she understands.

The music turns to a slow song and I hold him close so he doesn't even think about leaving. He struggles but then he leans in and sighs.

"Do we have to?"

"Stop whining. You are dancing with a friend. I am not playing a matchmaker." I say into his ear.

He nods and relaxes a little bit.

People are staring at us. Well, not us, more like Buffy and Faith behind us. I turn around with Xander so I can see them better. They are dancing pressed against each other; they almost look like one person…

I feel some tickling on my neck.

"Buffy, Buffy." I let go of Xander and move towards them.

"What's up?" Faith asks me and puts some space between them.

"Can you feel a vampire?" I ask.

"No. Everything is clear."

Then what is this? Maybe it's a witch…

I follow the feeling towards the bar. I can see a redhead sitting on a chair.

"Willow?" I turn to Kennedy.

"What?" I ask harshly.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes," I answer impatiently. I look back to the bar. The chair is empty and the feeling is gone. Damn."Let's go home."

"But we just started," Kennedy complains with a dumbfound look on her face.

"I just feel tired. I am sorry," I say softly.

I wonder who was that witch and why she left. She must have felt me too. Maybe she was afraid.

"I'll go too," Xander says as he approaches us. I knew he would take the first chance to run back home.

"I am sorry," I repeat to Ken again and kiss her.

Xander and I left the bar in silence.

"Could we go to the grave?" he asks me, but refuses to look me in the eye. The grave is a place where we made graves for Spike, Tara, Anya and Joyce. Now we have a place to go to when we want to feel them. It's not like a real grave, but it's something.

I nod.

The place is so beautiful and yet so sad. There are four trees on the sides forming a square. Next to each tree is a grave. The graves are situated in the order in which they died. The grave closest to me is Joyce's. The ivy grows on it, creating an interesting pattern, yet we can still see the words engraved. They state, "beloved mother."

Xander kneels in front of Anya's grave, his fingers tracing her name. He kneels in the moonlight so it gives him a beautiful aura. He looks like a fallen angel. He has tears falling from his eyes as he whispers to Anya. He rests his forehead on the top of the grave and spreads his arms to hug it. It looks uncomfortable as hell, but I know it makes him feels closer to her. It's ironic that the cold stone reminds you of a person.

I stare at him, trying so hard not to think about the other grave. Cause if I looked, I would break down. He needs me to be strong so my eyes never leave his body.

"I am sorry, I should have been there …" he mutters quietly.

"It's not your fault," I say breaking the atmosphere.

He looks up at me, but stays silent.

I kneel beside him and hug him. I start rocking him back and forth like a baby. He let's go. All of his walls fall down.

He cries. I cry. Our tears mix together.

I don't know how long we cried there for, but eventually we went back home. No one else came back, so we just went to sleep.