parting is such bitter sorrow
When I had left the room.. the room containing my ex girlfriend and the man who had killed my best friend in the whole wide world, I wasn't sure where to go. I had to calm down before I did something drastic. Nothing had felt worse then her being torn out of my arms, except maybe for when it happened to Xander. And now it was like all of that combined. Both hurts. What I needed was peace and surrender.
I wondered if Giles was around, that maybe I could talk to him. He helped me before, why wouldn't this time be any different. I needed him more then anything. I couldn't talk to Buffy.. I mean she'd understand. She's had a couple people come back from the dead, but.. she never went off the deep end like I did.
I left the hotel, unsure of where I was going or what I was doing. I just wanted it to end. All of it. I wanted to be with Xander already. Everyone I had loved and lost.. I wanted to be away from this world. I did my duty. Because of me there were thousands of Slayers in the world, except for just one. Wasn't that enough? What was I here for?
Wandering the street probably wasn't too safe, but I could care less at this point. I think I might even welcome an attack. Either I'd blow them up or.. they'd get the best of me. Either way, I think I'd feel much much better.
I wondered if Giles was around, that maybe I could talk to him. He helped me before, why wouldn't this time be any different. I needed him more then anything. I couldn't talk to Buffy.. I mean she'd understand. She's had a couple people come back from the dead, but.. she never went off the deep end like I did.
I left the hotel, unsure of where I was going or what I was doing. I just wanted it to end. All of it. I wanted to be with Xander already. Everyone I had loved and lost.. I wanted to be away from this world. I did my duty. Because of me there were thousands of Slayers in the world, except for just one. Wasn't that enough? What was I here for?
Wandering the street probably wasn't too safe, but I could care less at this point. I think I might even welcome an attack. Either I'd blow them up or.. they'd get the best of me. Either way, I think I'd feel much much better.