I held her tightly as the preacher carried on with the funeral. Dawn needed my comfort more than ever right now, and I needed hers in a way. I held my head down and listened to the echos of the Preacher. I tried hard to listen to him but his words didn't comprehend with me. None of this seemed real it seemed to be more surreal than anything
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"You came.."
"Of course, I came. When I heard about.." I looked to Joyce's grave then back to Buffy. "I knew I needed to come. I had to know how you were doing and that you'd be alright."
Turning back to the grave, I thought of my own mother. I had no idea why exactly, but I could still see her face. Then the fear on her face right before I killed her flashed through my head. Blinking, I sighed and looked back to Buffy.
"Are you doing.." Well, of course she wasn't alright, but I needed to know if she was alright given the situation. "..Alright?"
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"I'm..fine"
I knew it wasn't much but truth be told telling Angel wasn't as easy as the others. He knew me too well and I wasn't about to lie to him. Taking one last glimpse I slowly turned around and gave him a half smile.
"Angel...I'm glad you came"
I'd spend most of my time trying to say my goodbyes but I knew they wouldn't come tonight, tomorrow or even possibly for a long while. It was a lot to deal with and right now I had to be brave. I turned my head again to look at the ground. I pulled Angel closer to me..
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