So...I'm here. In her room. I wasn't in her room very often. Heh. I remember a time when I would have killed to be in Buffy's bedroom. Now I'd kill to not have to be here. Willow's been here, I know. She told me she took books. A necklace. I don't know what I want to take. Mr. Gordo's missing. Did Willow take him, too? She didn't tell me. Doesn't matter. I just wanna take a look around. See if there's anything interesting.
A picture. From prom. Willow and Buffy. One with the three of us. I'm in the middle. I take the two pictures, frame and all. Those will be nice to have. When I get really down, I can look at them and get even more depressed. Big fun.
I shake my head. What's this? A picture of Deadboy? So vampires DO show up in photographs. Interesting. I put this one back in the drawer. I hate Deadboy. If he'd been there...
If he'd been there, he coulda stopped her, helped her. He could have gone up there with Spike, and kicked the crap out of Doc. Much as I hate Angel, he was good at the fighting and killing parts of life. And he'd have done everything in his power to save Dawn, just so Buffy wouldn't have to hurt. Spike, too. But with the two of them, they might have had a better chance. Bastard.
And here comes the guilt. Angel has his own life. He stopped being a part of Buffy's life a while ago. She saved the world on her own, didn't she? Yeah. I just wish...I wish she coulda saved herself, too.
Picture of Riley. Hmm. Too bad he left. I actually liked the guy. Too bad he went to the Central Republic of Where-in-the-hell. Wonder if he's heard yet? I think if he'd heard, he would have come back. Right? I mean...he did love her. So maybe he hasn't heard. We can't exactly tell him. Put that one back in the drawer. I don't need, or want, a picture of Riley. I want stuff to remind me of Buffy.
But I think the pictures are gonna be enough for me. I do have memories, you know. I don't need some inanimate objects to remember one of my best friends.
We're right behind you. Only, further back. We were always a little ways back, helping her. What do I do now? I don't have a Slayer to help. No more Scooby Gang. No Slayerettes. Just me and Anya, right?
You're my friend! You're my Xander-shaped friend. I was her friend. I'd still be her friend, too. I'd always be her friend. I'd done some horrible things...
Willow told me... Kick his ass. And some not-so-horrible things...
RUN. But all of it...it wasn't enough. She's dead now. But she was my friend.
My Buffy-shaped friend.
