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*she sighed quietly. opening the laptop and logging into her journal. she stares at the cursor for a few moments. trying to think of what to say. how to say it. she a few pieces of her hair out of her face and shifted a bit* So. We did it. We averted the apocalypse. Defeated? or.. hurt, The First. Something, we didn't think we would have been able to do. We did. Well, we all did it. But it was the people we lost, that we are indebted to.
*she ran a hand through her hair, cracking her neck a bit and rolled her shoulders back - stifling a small yawn* It's not over though. There's still the Hellmouth in Cleveland. So, we stopped off.. to mend everyone's wounds - pick up some supplies, and clothes for everyone. A few of the po--Slayers, went home to their families. A few of them have stayed with us. While we've picked up a few of the new Slayers along the way.
So it's, "Goodbye Sunnydale, California ... and hello Cleveland, Ohio". *a soft laugh escaped from her lips and she ran her tongue lightly along the inside of her cheek* It's different now. Faith and I aren't the only Slayers anymore. Now, there are.. tons? I don't want to say thousands.. but, there are more than we thought there were. I'm not the only one with the burden of being a Slayer anymore. I can finally be.. normal again after the past.. 8 years. Or slightly normal, anyway. I get to be the normal 22 year old woman now. Who hangs out with her friends, has fun, dates, and does "normal" things. Sure.. there's the Slaying thing still. Since Cleveland is the 2nd "Home of the Hellmouth", but we're not in Sunnydale anymore. And there are more Slayers now.
I just.. I wish.. *she inhaled deeply, gripping at her hair a bit before slowly exhaling. choking back a few tears, quickly wiping them away with the back of her hand. looking around her, making sure that no one saw her* ...he didn't die. I finally.. tell him the truth, that I love him, and he.. he doesn't believe me and then, faces his death? I wonder, if I had.. just stayed longer and tried harder if he wouldn't of done what he done. He would be here. I wouldn't have this funny feeling anymore, or hopefully not. I try to think of it as he's not gone. That.. he's just sleeping. Waiting for the night to come. *she laughed, quietly. a small look spreading on her face, with a slight smile* I actually thought I heard him the other night. Which, is crazy really. Since he's.. not here anymore. *she wrinkled her nose a bit. contorting her face to a slight frown. thinking to herself: "Is this how he felt when I died? Did he feel this.. awful? Did he cry like I have, like I do? .. God. How pathetic am I? Christ Buffy, get.. on with it. You took your time, you didn't tell him how you felt and this is what happens. This is what happens when you close people away for too long. This is how you feel."*
*she forced a slight smile. gritting her teeth and clenching her cheeks somewhat*... Maybe I'll go and.. find out what Wills, Xand, Dawn, and Giles are up to. And ask Xand and Dawnie what's this I heard about.. a maids outfit? *she quirked a brow slightly with a small intrigued look on her face*
Hm, we also need to get food. I want some cookie dough ice cream :/
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