It's a dark night, as I walk through Sunnydale, California. Sunnydale is put back the way it was, thanks to the construction workers. Nothing looks out of place, but this is Sunnydale. Not everything is what it seems. I'm heading for the cemetery to pay my respects to the fallen that fought in the battle against the First Evil and his minions. Every step towards the cemetery makes it even more real, and my sorrow deepens.
Once inside the place, I walk down the rows of headstones until I reach the one I'm searching for.
I kneel down and set a bouquet of yellow Daffodils on her grave. Then I look at the headstone.
"I'm so sorry, Buffy. If I hadn't been in a coma, I would've come and helped. I'm surprised Angel didn't help in the fight, but I guess I shouldn't be. You know how Angel and Spike never have, and probably never will, get along. But as you probably already know, I'm back for good. I'm the new Slayer. I wish I wasn't, but maybe this is my time for redemption for the past. You know how much of a bitch I was. And I'm sorry. I miss you, but I'll do what I can. I promise that I will make you proud. I will do what I know that you would do, if you were here." Tears start down my face, as much as I try to keep them at bay. I wipe them away with my hands. "God, I miss you. You were always my hero, and even though you probably never knew this, I looked up to you. I even cared about you. I will never forget you. When I left, I considered, and still consider you, as a friend. You were always there for me in my time of need. All I can do now is be strong, brave, and have courage like you always did. I will always do what is right, and make you proud and happy." I stand up. "For now, this is a good-bye, Buff."
I smile at the nickname and turn around to head out. The others need to know that I'm here, and that Sunnydale has a new Slayer.
