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Buffy POV:
Dawn, Willow, and Xander sat around the fire. The gleam of the fire shone brightly in their eyes, as they stared blankly into the flames. We were still in the middle of the road, for we still hadn't figured out where to go. Faith and Giles were training the slayers. Their form was so much better, thanks to my trusty fighting axe. I alone was sitting on the edge of the pit.
I couldn't get over the fact that it was all gone. My hair flowed lightly behind me, keeping out of my eyes. My eyes traveled through the cracks of the remnants of Sunnydale, looking deep into the places of my home. I felt tears touch my eyes, and I swiftly wiped them away.
This was ridiculous. I had to go now. But where would I go? Who could I talk to? I silently lifted myself off of the ground, walking over to the fire. Dawn and Willow looked up at me.
"I'm going to take a walk," I told them.
"Do you want us to come?" Willow asked, knowing I would say no.
"No thanks, I'll be fine," I replied.
Dawn and Willow both smiled. Willow turned back to the fire, but Dawn watched as I walked off into the desert. I could almost feel her worry, but she knew I had to be alone.
I walked aimlessly deeper into the barrenness of the land. But I knew where I was going, for the person I wanted to talk to I could feel wasn't far.
Angel's POV:
She had defeated the first. That impressed me. I had broken my promise to build the second front.
When I left, making the promise to make it, I had actually followed her home. I hid in the shadows. When I saw her lying with Spike, I felt the same jealousy I had felt six years earlier. Of course, it had been my idea to leave her in the first place, but still.
Now, as I looked into the barren pit where my life had started over, ended, and began again, I wondered how she was handling herself. This place was her home and she must be grieving in some way or other. I stood at the other end of the pit, watching the fire burn brightly in the darkness. She sat at the end across from me. Her eyes studied the remains deeply. I just knew she was.
I watched her, knowing it would be incredibly hard to leave her now that she was sure I was around. Her head moved up to face me, but she didn't seem to notice me. She slowly raised herself up and walked over to the fire. She then walked off into the desert, constantly. My dead heart swelled with nervousness and hope.
I knew she was coming to see me.