Alone...
Anya and I had stayed away for a few days. Not from each other. God no. That would give her notice that something is wrong. But we stayed away from the gang. We all knew now what Buffy was dealing with. She had been in heaven and Willow, Anya, Tara and I ripped her out of there with our spell not even thinking that maybe since she had been a slayer that she had gone to heaven.
Not only that but the big 'there is a heaven' revelation. I mean, that's been talked about in theology for centuries. And now we know some place like that exists and it must've been perfect happiness because Buffy was now here and it wasn't like where she was. How awful it must be for her. It must be almost like hell, just ripped out of a place like that. Does she think she's being punished?
So many things swirled around my head as I laid in bed. Anya had gone to The Magic Box early eager for more capitalists and she didn't even wake me up. Just left a note. I sighed and sat up in bed, my pillow propped up so I wasn't uncomfortable. So many things were wrong right now. I wondered how Buffy was. How Dawn was. Or how Will was. She was the one person I saw these past few days and I just ran into her on the way out of the magic box. We exchanged 'Hello's' and 'How are you's' and then went our seperate ways. I said I had to get to the site and she said she needed a book and we parted ways.
I was sure she and Anya were conversing on the big scooby seperation. Anya was going to have Tara and Willow over tonight to discuss...everything. I really didn't want to. I wanted to stay here alone in bed and just sit naked and alone because I knew nothing would get to me. Nothing existed. Just the sheets and my body. And the sun shining through the window.
By the time I glanced over to the clock it was 1pm and really time to get up. I put on a robe, not bothering with boxers and then turned on the t.v. I had the day off so until about six-ish I could be as half naked as I wanted. I sighed and changed the channel to some soap. Whatever, nothing really matters and it must be somewhat interesting.
I brought a bowl of cheerios over with me while I sat and watched. I looked over to the phone half wanting it to ring and be Buffy and for her to say 'Surprise, it was all a joke. I was in hell and you guys saved me!'. Fat chance. I found my hand picking up the phone and now I was staring at it. I had been wondering how she was and what was happening. This might be a good time. It has been a couple of days.
Before I called her I put on a pair of boxers and jeans. I don't know why but it would just feel weird talking to Buffy almost nude. I then returned to the phone, turned the volume down on Days while Sami was crying and dialed.
"Buffy?"
Not only that but the big 'there is a heaven' revelation. I mean, that's been talked about in theology for centuries. And now we know some place like that exists and it must've been perfect happiness because Buffy was now here and it wasn't like where she was. How awful it must be for her. It must be almost like hell, just ripped out of a place like that. Does she think she's being punished?
So many things swirled around my head as I laid in bed. Anya had gone to The Magic Box early eager for more capitalists and she didn't even wake me up. Just left a note. I sighed and sat up in bed, my pillow propped up so I wasn't uncomfortable. So many things were wrong right now. I wondered how Buffy was. How Dawn was. Or how Will was. She was the one person I saw these past few days and I just ran into her on the way out of the magic box. We exchanged 'Hello's' and 'How are you's' and then went our seperate ways. I said I had to get to the site and she said she needed a book and we parted ways.
I was sure she and Anya were conversing on the big scooby seperation. Anya was going to have Tara and Willow over tonight to discuss...everything. I really didn't want to. I wanted to stay here alone in bed and just sit naked and alone because I knew nothing would get to me. Nothing existed. Just the sheets and my body. And the sun shining through the window.
By the time I glanced over to the clock it was 1pm and really time to get up. I put on a robe, not bothering with boxers and then turned on the t.v. I had the day off so until about six-ish I could be as half naked as I wanted. I sighed and changed the channel to some soap. Whatever, nothing really matters and it must be somewhat interesting.
I brought a bowl of cheerios over with me while I sat and watched. I looked over to the phone half wanting it to ring and be Buffy and for her to say 'Surprise, it was all a joke. I was in hell and you guys saved me!'. Fat chance. I found my hand picking up the phone and now I was staring at it. I had been wondering how she was and what was happening. This might be a good time. It has been a couple of days.
Before I called her I put on a pair of boxers and jeans. I don't know why but it would just feel weird talking to Buffy almost nude. I then returned to the phone, turned the volume down on Days while Sami was crying and dialed.
"Buffy?"