Fic: The Last - UK15

["cherylcse3" <cheryl.hill@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx>]

TITLE: The Last
AUTHOR: Cheryl
EMAIL: cheryl.hill@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
RATING: UK15 - possibly less.
DISCLAIMER: All characters from BtVS belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant 
Enemy etc I make no profit from this fic.
SPOILERS: Set in the future. Tara & Dawn's names are mentioned 
briefly so anything including them is game.
SUMMARY: Willow is the last member of the Scooby Gang. And it is 
written from Willow's POV. 
WARNING: Very depressing fic. Deals with character death.
NOTES: This fic is an answer to a 5 minute fic challenge in the Dark 
Angel fandom and is entirely Anna's fault because she set the 
challenge ;-D
The stipulations were to include three words: Sorrow (must be first 
word), blossom & song (last two can be made plural or have different 
endings.) 
FEEDBACK: Yes please (Off list is preferred) - I don't write fics 
very often and I would love some C&C.

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Sorrow fills my heart. A painful feeling that I seem to experience 
all too often at the moment. I am the last one. Here I stand, alone 
at the edge of my beloved's grave. I feel a single tear drip down my 
cheek. It's strange, I didn't think I could cry anymore, but that's 
the strange thing about tears - just when you think they're all 
spent, more come to replace them.

My eyes linger over the grave. The soil still looks freshly dug, even 
though she was buried almost a week ago. There is a single white 
flower resting against the stone. Probably from someone whose life 
she had saved. There are so many people that should be thankful, so 
many people who owe their continued existence to her. It makes this 
one small flower seem such a pitiful offering for someone who has 
done so much for humankind. 

She died in the middle of Spring. 

Just when Mother Nature is bringing everything else back to life, I 
lose her. The beautiful flowers and blossoming trees dotted around 
the cemetery don't seem to feel my pain, if they did they would hide 
their petals and leaves in mourning. I envy them because they don't 
know that the world has lost a very important person. A person that 
held a key place in my heart, although she never knew it.

How I wish that I could redo these last few years. I would change so 
much, I would tell her that I love her, tell her how much she meant 
to me. 

A sob escapes my lips and I feel another tear making its way slowly 
down my cheek, on its way to join the last one. 

If she were here she'd be telling me not to sit around brooding about 
the past; she'd tell me to make the most of each new day. And that, 
no matter what, we'll be together again someday. All of us. The whole 
gang reunited. A smile appears on my lips as I think about them all, 
somewhere up there, looking down on me to make sure I'm doing ok. 

Buffy is right, we will meet again. But not for a long time to come. 
I have my life to live, a friend's legacy to complete and a promise 
to keep. I may not be a Slayer, but I am a powerful witch and I'll 
use all of my energy to protect the innocent. 

A new Slayer has been called, and she's on her way here. No doubt 
she'll have a Watcher, but she'll still need a good friend to help 
her with her task and provide her with a shoulder to lean on. A dear 
friend once told me that the most important things to a slayer are 
her family and friends.

I bend down and lay 4 white roses on her grave, as I did on Xander's, 
Tara's & Dawn's. One for each of them, friends and comrades who have 
passed on. 

As I turn to walk away, the sound of a single bird singing close by 
fills my ears, and I think of Buffy.

The End

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