broken in dust
How could it not have worked?
I said all the right words, all the candles were lit and there was a circle - there was definitely a circle - around Buffy’s grave and I could feel it working and then it didn’t work and - how did not work?
I don’t know what I did, but I messed up and now there’s no Buffy. She must hate me so much right now. I bet she’s wherever she is thinking “gee, thanks Will, I only saved your life a jillion times.”
And now I can’t stop crying because it’s not just letting down Buffy, it’s letting down everybody because I said I could do this. I promised them Buffy and now Xander looks so sad and Anya’s being all quiet and I keep looking at Tara, but she’s not looking at me.
I’m such a pathetic excuse for a witch - no, a pathetic excuse for a human being! I’m not a powerful witch. I’m not a strong person. Next time there’s an apocalypse, and the world ends, everyone’s gonna know that it was my fault because Buffy wasn’t there to stop it. When Mr. Summers finally gets his act together and realizes that Buffy’s gone and takes Dawn away, everyone’s gonna know that it was my fault because Buffy wasn’t around to take care of her.
And so yeah, Dawn’s the Slayer and Dawn will be able to take care of herself and the world, but then she’s going to die just like Buffy did and oh my God, how much Summers blood does this world need?
I think I know what it’s like to be Angel now. Cause I’m gonna be brooding over this for the rest of my life.
I said all the right words, all the candles were lit and there was a circle - there was definitely a circle - around Buffy’s grave and I could feel it working and then it didn’t work and - how did not work?
I don’t know what I did, but I messed up and now there’s no Buffy. She must hate me so much right now. I bet she’s wherever she is thinking “gee, thanks Will, I only saved your life a jillion times.”
And now I can’t stop crying because it’s not just letting down Buffy, it’s letting down everybody because I said I could do this. I promised them Buffy and now Xander looks so sad and Anya’s being all quiet and I keep looking at Tara, but she’s not looking at me.
I’m such a pathetic excuse for a witch - no, a pathetic excuse for a human being! I’m not a powerful witch. I’m not a strong person. Next time there’s an apocalypse, and the world ends, everyone’s gonna know that it was my fault because Buffy wasn’t there to stop it. When Mr. Summers finally gets his act together and realizes that Buffy’s gone and takes Dawn away, everyone’s gonna know that it was my fault because Buffy wasn’t around to take care of her.
And so yeah, Dawn’s the Slayer and Dawn will be able to take care of herself and the world, but then she’s going to die just like Buffy did and oh my God, how much Summers blood does this world need?
I think I know what it’s like to be Angel now. Cause I’m gonna be brooding over this for the rest of my life.