see previous parts for the disclaimer and such.
 

~~Part Two~~

So, now it's been five years.  I still miss her.  I always will.  She
took my broken, beaten, bloody heart and gave it a piece of her
own.  She loved me....and I love her.

I've helped the Slayer.  Many times now.  At first I wanted to run,
but I didn't.  Surprisingly, the Slayer and her chums asked me to
stay.  Said it would be better for me.  Yeah......right.  Everywhere I
look I have a memory of her.  The crypt.  The home I abandoned.
The place we were first intimate.  The bench next to the tree in the
park.  Where we confessed our love.  That tree.  I carved our
names in it.

I have befriended Xander. He and I talk about Red.  He knew her
better than anyone.  He helps me.  I help him.  He's done a lot for
me.  I haven't done nearly enough for him.

Peaches has helped.  He comes and visits.  I go and visit.  He's
the only one that can really see just how empty I am.

Look at me.  I'm broodin'.  I really need to stop that.  It's all I ever
do anymore.  Unless I'm killing a demon.

I sit here, in Rupert's living room.  Alone in my thoughts.  They're
discussing some new demon.  I can faintly hear them talking about
me.  My glazed over eyes.  They know I'm thinking about her.
They always know.

I can hear them.  They're talking to me.  Maybe I should pay
attention.  No.  I'll just nod.  Agree with whatever they say.

They're leaving now.  The Slayer drags me along.  I'm tempted to
just disappear after killing this demon.  There is nothing here that I
must stay for.  Must live for.

Pain.  It's all I feel.  I look down and see it.  Some sort of bone or
staff.  Through my heart.  Next thing I know, the Slayer's
screaming, then poof!  No more me.
 

~~end pt. 2~~
 

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