It all happened so fast. I couldn't understand what was going on. One minute, I was all 'Hey, look, Super-Witch!', the next...not so super. Buffy on the floor. Motionless. Broken. Alone. And yet we were all around her. So many of us, and not one of us could save her. Not even me.
I had all these magic powers since high school. I helped Buffy loads of times in fighting evil, saving Sunnydale. I thought that this time, it was going to be the same. Another apocalypse, another day. The worse thing that could happen would be Dawnie dying. And that seemed unreal aswell, somehow.
But Buffy was on the ground. Dead. It was real.
Seeing her there, my best friend, the most bravest, sweetest, selfless person I had ever known, it emptied me somehow. I couldn't help it. I felt lost. Because we'd saved the world, but we'd lost Buffy. And she was our world.
Tara tried to comfort me, but nothing could help me understand. I couldn't see anyone, just Buffy. She'd died alone. And alone and afraid she would be for all of eternity. And I didn't do a thing to save her.
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I needed to see Angel. We'd set up her tombstone in the dark corner of the woods, where nobody could see, ready for her funeral the next day. but I knew Buffy would want me to tell Angel. It was the least I could do.
I waited in the hotel, feeling nervous. He came back with his staff and Cordelia, looking happy, having one of life's merry moments. It tore me up to have to tell him. But i didn't have to. Because he knew. Somehow, he knew. And i could tell at that moment, any happiness that he'd been feeling immediately disintergrated, leaving him with a cold, dark void.
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I can't remember much about the funeral. A lot of tears, a lot of hugging, a lot weirdness. It felt strange that Buffy wasn't there, she was always there. Everyone cried for her. Dawn, Xander, Spike, Giles, Angel. But I didn't. Cry, I mean. I was all cried out, I suppose.
At the end of the service, I cast a little spell to prevent anyone but Buffy's visitors to ever see the gravesite. Everyone said their final goodbyes, and left the site, leaving me and Tara alone. Tara looked at me, and understood.
'I'll take Dawn home', she said, touching my arm gently. I nodded mutely. She left. Buffy and i were alone. it was time to say goodbye.
I opened my mouth. It was dry. Buffy was dead. Gone forever...
But maybe she wasn't. maybe I didn't have to say goodbye, not yet...
Maybe it wasn't too late to rescue her.
Suddenly, my head felt clear. I stood up, and smiled at her grave. her temporary resting place.
'Don't worry, Buffy, I'm going to get you out of there', I said firmly.
Buffy had saved me countless times. It was only fair that I return the favour.
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