Buffy felt weirdly calm. She couldn't explain why.
She had the feeling that she should have been angry. She should have been pissed off. Especially at Spike. It was like her anger was suppressed.
Like it was somewhere underneath all of the calmness. She felt numb.
Maybe some patrolling could help her to feel again.
Spike was watching her window.
Hearing soft sobs and louder cries every now and then. It had been four days now since he had given her quite the speech.
She was constantly thinking about him. He could hear her thoughts clear and well.
It hurt. Hell did it hurt!
But he couldn't do it anymore. It was a like a brick on his chest. A feeling that kept him from breathing air at all.
I'm so sorry, Spike. I just want you here.
Want you to forgive me.
Please come back.
He couldn't bear hearing her voice any longer. He waited until her light went out and then took action.
Spike rang the doorbell, knowing Buffy had gone out and Willow was watching the bit.
The red witch opened the door as he had expected.
"I want you to make it stop!" He immediately came through.
"I can't.." Willow said backing away to let him in.
"It's driving me crazy!"
"Well, you insisted and I told you that…"
"I don't care, want it gone!" Spike interrupted her. "Find a way, please"
"Magic comes with a price, Spike. This is yours," Willow said coldly.
"It's like a tattoo. You can't just remove it"
"Bollocks!" Spike cursed, banging his fist against the wall. "So, the only thing I can do is just… what? Stay away?"
"That's a possibility," Willow said dryly. "Other way is: you could kiss and make up"
"You're not a great help" Spike muttered.
"Suit yourself. I'm going to sleep" Willow said as she closed the door.
Spike felt frustrated.
He banged his fist up against the thick tree in the Summer's garden now, barely feeling any pain.
There was a detail that had escaped his eye in the mean time.
Dawn was watching him from her window.