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[watcher_pryce]

While Buffy was away I missed her a great deal. Which was somewhat of a revelation, considering the short time we were actually together. She called as much as she could, I made sure to tell her that I missed her but that she was doing her job. She was frustrated that they weren’t getting anywhere with this case so I just kept telling her that it would work out in the end, she just needed to be patient

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And there’s that smile I missed so much. Not that Dawn, or Tara or even Willow didn’t smile. Far from it, they brought laughter in this house. They weren’t Buffy, however, they didn’t have her special smile. Oh, and there were the lips I’ve missed even more. My eyes fluttered closed when they brushed over mine in a soft caress. Gone much to soon though, wonder why that is. Because Dawn is downstairs

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Apparently going out into the garden was a ‘yes‘. Although the way Buffy stalked around and all but stormed - quietly, which has to be a talent - out of the kitchen, I could tell her mood was evaporating. I glanced over at Giles helping out Willow and Tara, Dawn giving running commentary from the side and wondered just what was so upsetting about the whole scene

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If she’s fine, then my name is Angel. And since my name is not Angel, she’s not fine. She tells me she is and then takes a deep breath indicating just how fine she’s not. I think we’ve established that she’s anything but fine. Or well, I have. The problem is that I’ve no idea why she’s not fine. She’s back home, everyone is in one piece, Giles and I haven’t murdered each other… Well, the thing she thought was Spike is still on the loose, but that’s a whole different ballgame

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"Are they gone?" I asked him and grabbed my shirt, putting it on. He was looking at me really strangely but I didn't ask about it. He was probably doing it because I was in a crappy mood and he's wondering what's wrong but he won't ask me. Well, he already did I guess ... I just brushed him off. So was this my fault? I wasn't sure. I don't think it was really anyone's fault, I just feel crappy and it won't get better because hello, this is reality and this is how it is. I won't be normal, no matter how much I try to be. My ex-vamp-boyfriend thing is out running loose on the street, apparently evil and I have no idea how to track him down.

I sat down on the bed again and looked up at him.

"I'm sorry, I'm just ... it's me, not you. You did nothing wrong in case you're wondering it, okay? I'm just crappy."

And probably PMSing. Which would suck, alot.

"I just don't want you to think that I'm mad at you or something because I'm not."

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“Well I was…somewhat,” I murmured my admittance. I heisted for a moment before moving over to the bed and sitting down next to her. Plucking the blanket I fell silent, wondering if there was something I could say. Was supposed to say. I’m really not very good at this whole relations ship thing. Was it just a case of her being…crappy, or was it really something I’ve said? There must be a reason for her to feel so…errr…crappy.

“I’m sorry,” I said quietly, dragging my eye up to meet hers. “Are you sure it’s not…something I said? Because I thought I was,…well…doing the right thing. I tried to comfort you and you…well you walked away.” And that still stung, even though it probably shouldn’t. No, it should. She did walk away.

Sighing, I ran a hand through my hair and gave her a shy smile. “I know I can put my foot in my mouth sometimes,” and so could she, “But… is there anything I can do to make you feel better, love? I don’t like seeing you all down and…things.”

[allkindsofbuffy]

"Don't be sorry," I said, looking at him seriously as I sat there on the bed with him. Really, he shouldn't be sorry. I don't think. This was my problem, I was just having a crap day, that's all. I ... I don't know. But, I really didn't want to feel like this. I didn't. I wanted to be happy and cheerful and not so down and outish.

"Let's go out ... I don't know, do something normal." I did want to slay tonight to get out whatever I was feeling but maybe that wasn't the answer. Not for tonight. Tonight I wanted a normal night with my normal boyfriend and my normal self. Well, yeah, that was a lie because he wasn't normal, the night wasn't going to be normal and I was far from normal, but it felt good to pretend.

"So, what do you say?" I asked him and creeped a small smile on my face as I looked at him.

"It could be fun ..." I said the last part slowly as I inched closer to him, just wanting this whole bad moodyness to be over.

Yesterday.

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My word, she really does seem very depressed. I wonder what actually brought this on. She said it wasn’t something I did or said, but I can’t help but worry about that. I’m trying, I really am, though I’m painfully aware that I’m not good at this whole relation ship thing. Just look at what happened with Fred. Or rather, didn’t happen because I waited to long