Chapter 2.
Monday, June 7th , 2004
Buffy sat in her morning robe on the balcony of her and her friends apartment, sipping coffee and replaying the words she heard last night over and over. There was such a slight chance he survived what happened in Sunnydale she did not even acknowledge the possibility, and now she questioned herself. Looking down over the city that was still awaking, the idea of him being down there, somewhere in Rome, hiding from the daylight, crossed her mind continuously. She stared blankly out onto the horizon, her foot tapping unknowingly against the wrought iron guard rail separating her from life, and falling to her death. Losing herself in memories again, Buffy was slowly brought back to reality by the soft creek of the French doors that were opening behind her.
“Buffy ?”, asked the soft spoken, red haired witch.
“Hmm….?”, answered the barely alert slayer.
“Class starts in a little while, you should come in and get dressed if we want to get to the train on time”.
“Don’t worry, I’m coming Will….”.
She stood up, walking towards the door, kissing the always caring Willow on the cheek and heading to her room to put some clothes on, though most of the time she felt like staying in her robe, all day long. Passing through the sunk in living room, she smiled to herself as she caught Xander attempting to eat an Italian version Breakfast Burrito, though unsuccessful as most of it fell onto his lap and shirt.
“Damnit..”.
She laughed softly and responded.
“Xander, I think the food is supposed to go in your mouth, actually.”
He looked at her annoyed, but it was a look that had the deeper meaning of : I’m only letting you get away with comments like that because I love you.
Opening the door to her room, Buffy was greeted with dark surroundings. Her bed was a dark burgundy and the wooden floors were stained a deep chestnut. The drapes were as dark as the bed spread, potpourri and roses were scattered around the room in various jars and vases the way she would have had them if she were back at her house in Sunnydale. She then remembered, once more, there was no Sunnydale, or house. She would never be able to visit her mother’s grave again, or retreat to their special table at the Bronze that had been occupied by the Scoobies for 7 years. Sighing and rubbing her eyes, she looked around the room , forgetting why she was in there again. The trunk that Xander and Anya made for her 21st was the only thing she had stashed on that yellow school bus and the only thing that still reminded her of what she still was, but had no use for. Buffy’s new room was dark and secretive , everything in contrast to the way she felt most of the time since she came to Rome.
Moving to the door less closet, her eyes scanned the racks. Decided, she pulled out a black lace skirt and a white silk tank top, similar to the outfit she wore the night took her against the balcony railing at the Bronze. She slipped it on her body quickly, along with a pair of black shoes just before she heard Kennedy’s voice yell from the other side of the living room.
“Buffy ! Let’s get our asses moving ! Were going to be late for the trains again !”.
Kennedy was the exact opposite of Willow, and Buffy assumed that was the reason they worked so well with each other. She was amazed and happy for her friend, finding new love so shortly after Tara.
Though she sighed in frustration and shouted back.
“ Go on ahead to the trains, I’ll meet you guys !”.
Buffy heard them exit the apartment, shutting the door slightly hard, indicating there annoyance in her lateness, once again. She sat down at her wooden vanity and pulled out a comb, brushing out her curls in her long hair and spritzing it slightly with hairspray to set it in place. Applying foundation and brushing dark eye shadow over her lids , giving her an angry, smoky look. Buffy reached for her darkest red lip stick, running it over her lips quickly. Once done, she grabbed her bag and train pass and began exiting her room when she heard a knock at the front door.
As she approached the door quickly, she began to speak to her friends who she thought had forgotten something and came back and she opened the door.
“And you guys complain about me being late…you can never-”
She stopped dead as the door opened completely , and stared up at the leather jacketed memory from her past, rose’s in his hand.
He nodded to her.
“Buffy…”.
Her mouth felt permanently glued to the floor and her eyes were wide in confusion.
“….Riley ?”.
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