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I've been to Hell.
This is worse.
Mere days ago, my son...the one that should have never happened, but was, and from the moment he was born in that rainy alleyway became a reason for living and loving...was taken away from me by a madman into a hell dimension and I'll never see him again.
The grief couldn't have been greater, and I didn't think I could hurt anymore.
That's when I got the phone call about Buffy.
When she was dead, the pain that went through me was unimaginable. I felt like I could have done something, if I had been there, could have saved her. But this...
...this hurt more. Cause Buffy wasn't dead. She was gone. By her own personal choice. Like death it was abandonment, but unlike death it was also betrayal. She left us here to grieve for her, when she hadn't even gone anywhere.
The pain is unreal, and I've suffered a lot in my long life. I don't know what to do, I don't know where to go, and I'm starting wonder if the fight, which I have said for so long is why we are here...for the fight...is even worth rising to battle for anymore.
I've lost my way.
...and yet I find myself here. In the last place I really want to be.
I arrived just in time, the sun coming up behind me as I made my way in the backdoor into the kitchen. It's nice to know that Willow didn't revoke my entry rights.
I stand in the kitchen. Quiet. I assume the house is still sleeping when I hear a creak on the stair, someone's up.
"Hello?"
((Open to Dawn and the other residents of the house))
This is worse.
Mere days ago, my son...the one that should have never happened, but was, and from the moment he was born in that rainy alleyway became a reason for living and loving...was taken away from me by a madman into a hell dimension and I'll never see him again.
The grief couldn't have been greater, and I didn't think I could hurt anymore.
That's when I got the phone call about Buffy.
When she was dead, the pain that went through me was unimaginable. I felt like I could have done something, if I had been there, could have saved her. But this...
...this hurt more. Cause Buffy wasn't dead. She was gone. By her own personal choice. Like death it was abandonment, but unlike death it was also betrayal. She left us here to grieve for her, when she hadn't even gone anywhere.
The pain is unreal, and I've suffered a lot in my long life. I don't know what to do, I don't know where to go, and I'm starting wonder if the fight, which I have said for so long is why we are here...for the fight...is even worth rising to battle for anymore.
I've lost my way.
...and yet I find myself here. In the last place I really want to be.
I arrived just in time, the sun coming up behind me as I made my way in the backdoor into the kitchen. It's nice to know that Willow didn't revoke my entry rights.
I stand in the kitchen. Quiet. I assume the house is still sleeping when I hear a creak on the stair, someone's up.
"Hello?"
((Open to Dawn and the other residents of the house))