Saying Goodbye
S J Smith
Summary: Willow and Dawn say goodbye. Written for the prompts of "Willow - Dawn", "Saying Goodbye" by Sugarcult.
Rating: Anyone can read.
Disclaimer: I am not now, nor have I ever been, Joss Whedon.
"Everything was here." Her voice came out reedy thin as she stared at the chasm that used to by Sunnydale. "The high school, the Bronze." Her hands described the air. "The college." Her smile was a little distant. "Giles' apartment. Your house. Your Mom's and Buffy's graves."
Dawn nodded, brushing the hair back out of her eyes. It felt as weird to her as it did to Willow, coming back, seeing that green history marker sign that read, "Here, on blah blah day, did the town of Sunnydale get swallowed up in a crater." It felt even weird to know that they weren't the only people here; that tourists – tourists! – were studying the great big hole in the ground that once had been a city sitting onto of a Hellmouth.
She slipped her arm around Willow's waist, leaning her head against the older girl's shoulder. Willow reached up, cupping the back of Dawn's head, an awkward, tender embrace. "I guess there really isn't anything more for us here," Willow mumbled, wiping at her face with her free hand.
"No," Dawn said. "We can say goodbye."