Apr 28, 2005 10:51
I awoke, and the room was dark. My first thought was to call out for Buffy.
Buffy. My daughter. She wasn't here. And she wasn't coming back. My eyes filled up with unshed tears. She wasn't coming.
Ever.
All I wanted was to hold my little girl again. I wanted nothing more than to tell her I loved her, and have her say it back. The tears finally fell down my face, first in small drops, then in rivulets. It took me quite a while to stop, and keep down my first instinct.
To go find her myself. Just to leave. They'd never notice anyway. I don't belong here. I don't belong anywhere anymore.
Noise. Oh goddess, was there noise coming from downstairs. Hammering, car doors slamming.
"Rupert, what's going on down there? Is everyone ok?" Well, everyone but Buffy. I stood up, not really wanting to get up, but I had ot be a part of something. I couldn't let everyone else take responsibility. It was only Rupert and I left to take care of these kids. Oh, and that strange other Brittish man.
"I'll be right down." I called, down to everyone. I had the feeling I was needed. Maybe someone needed me.