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This story is No. 1 in the series "The Steps it Takes to be Free". You may wish to read the series introduction first.

Summary: A rainy day hints towards a sad truth

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BtVS/AtS Non-Crossover > Dark > Buffy-CenteredAmesWhiteFR131608028902 Oct 112 Oct 11Yes
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN BUFFY.....of course, that would be certainly interesting if I did. And yes, I know...I reappeared out of now where with a weird mask on. My costume is a work-in-progress, but I think I did a nice job on the braids so there!!!

It was raining, which wasn't really surprising. Even though, there had been no signs of rain the weather seemed expected. After all, today was a an important day even if anyone involved previously or not were busy with their own lives.

"It's been two years..." a blond haired green eyed beauty sighed out as she stared dejectedly out a window.

Two years had passed since her second death, well the one she had actually been buried for. It was so hard to believe sometimes that day had actually occurred, but here she was alive to stand and tell the tale. As she placed her hand on the cold glass separating her from the outside, she knew instinctively that she was lucky to feel such a simple sensation. It was such a marvelous act, but she took no enjoyment from it. She knew that the sounds of birds chirping or any other proof of her being alive should be enough, but all she felt was a void. How can you be happy when nothing, not one flavor of anything could jolt her into some kind of bliss, could bring her out of her depression? That's why the rain is so prefect, as it reminds her of the state of her life.

"It's almost time..." Buffy muttered absently to herself as withdrew her hand from the window.

"Almost time for what?" A very cheerful Willow asked as she walked towards Buffy while looking around trying to find something.

Buffy quickly glanced around at the couch, the living room table, the TV, and the pictures of happy faces on the walls. When she felt nothing, but a sense of apathy she forced her lips in a small smile.

"Hmmm....I really haven't decided yet." A teasing tone seamlessly entered her words as she spoke to her long-time friend.

Willow who was busy ruffling through her purse quickly glanced at her friend and smiled a beautiful, happy smile.

"Really? And what haven't you decided on yet?" Willow asked as she tried to hold her giggling back.

Buffy slowly replaced her hand back on the window as she embraced the cold sensation being felt. A sudden thought ran through her mind about how beautiful the window looked foggy. It was just a entrancing thought that she nearly missed her friend's triumphant cry.

"A-ha!!! Found you!! I bet you thought you had me defeated you naughty nifty keys!!! All shiny and small!! I bet you thought you had escaped my clutches!!" Willow rapidly shouted excitedly.

At this, Buffy turned away from the window and forced herself to truly look at Willow. A beautiful, shy red head woman who had once eased a loneliness and heavy burden from her shoulders in her youth. Now, though, Buffy just could hardly feel a sense of happiness at the sight of her friend's antics. She knew very well when this had happened, but it had only grown worse since her revival. Her lack of attachment should have bothered her, but it didn't and she didn't care.

"Hey, Buffy!! How about celebrating my first witchy class? It was so fun! I mean, yeah, it's tough with young, impressionable teen-folk, but I beat magicky-goodness into their heads!! Oh!! not that beating people is acceptable, but I did it with loving tenderness and made sure there were cookies!! I mean, you have to give them incentives!! Oooo, I'm rambling!! Shutting up!!" And with that, Willow made a quick, zipper motion across her face to signal her attempt at being quiet.

Buffy half-heartily listened to her friend's ramblings as she wondered what it would be like to be free.

The End

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