Prompt: wind (open_on_sunday drabble)

[coalitiongirl]

She ventures back on the hardest days, in the final moments before she again succumbs to the deathly monotony of Doublemeat Palace. She doesn't sit on newly smoothed grass or the bench opposite no matter how long she remains, the wind whipping hair against her face, her eyes drinking in the words carved into grey stone.

Beloved sister. Devoted

Comments

[ital_gal]

This was heart breakingly beautiful.

[relurker]

Beautiful.

[kikimay]

Poor Buffy.
Beautiful drabble, I feel Buffy's pain and her sense of duty towards friends, sister and world. Depression is bad :/

[browneyedkat]

ugh i hate you this is beautiful ugh so painful ughhhhhhh :'(