60 years since Sunnydale apocalypse
“Dearly beloved we are gathered here today to celebrate the life of Faith Lehane who was a beloved wife, mother and leaves behind many friends.”
The service was beautiful and Angel and Buffy stood to the side, the priest noticed that many would watch the mysterious couple with a look of almost open awe. The first child came forward and placed a photograph in the grave, it was one of a group when the woman was younger. What made the priest be astonished was the mysterious couple were there not changing at all. He looked up sharply at the couple the blonde just gave him a wink.
Buffy and Angel had come to the service of their best friend, it had been tough as all their friends had aged and they hadn’t. Buffy found it hard to watch them wither away and if it wasn’t for being incredibly lucky in having Angel and Connor it would have been terrible. With the service finished they slipped away to watch the last bit from the hill hand in hand. Buffy squeezed his hand “I’m glad we have each other, immortality would suck without you”
Angel just hugged her knowing that watching loved ones pass hurt, “I can’t argue with that Mo Grea.”