My Fault

Oh, my God. Willow… suicide? No! Why…? My legs crumple beneath me as I fall to the bloody floor, and Riley and Angel are at my sides instantly. Angel… why is he here? I thought he was in LA…
Oh, God, my best friend is gone. Poor Xander – poor Oz – poor Spike! He’s here… he’s crying. Spike, William the Bloody, is crying over one of his “happy meals on legs.” In any other situation, it would be funny. But I know they had gotten very close recently – so why did she do this? Why…?
Spike’s picking up her body. There’s a note…
Oz is gone. I’m going to see him again. Forgive me, William – I’m sorry.
W.
What the hell – Spike…where…what…staked himself? Oh, God! Angel’s murmuring something, but I can’t hear him. I can hear my heartbeat echoing in my head, blood rushing in my ears. Three of my friends, gone. Dead. I couldn’t stop them, couldn’t save them… I should’ve, I’m the Slayer, that’s my job – saving lives. I failed.
“It wasn’t your fault, Buffy.” Angel says. I don’t know how he manages to read my thoughts like that, but I think he’s wrong this time. “They weren’t killed by vampires, it’s not your fault.” But they were my friends…
“Shh, Buffy, it’s okay…” Riley’s clumsy at comforting, but he’s jealous of Angel. Poor Riley, tangled up in all this mess. He didn’t ask for any of this… just like Angel. They’re so very similar – their names even both have five letters… see…
The paramedics are coming, but I can barely see them… it’s so dark suddenly…

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