I'm so tired of being here

Buffy kneeled in the graveyard, her fingers tracing over the hard, cold, granite of her mother's tombstone, the shadows making ghosts that hung in the air around her.

Supressed by all my childish fears

She walked home slowly. The sky rumbled and broke open above her, spilling cold rain on her shoulders and face. She stopped, staring at the dark cement dotted with tiny drops, before turning her head towards the clouds and feeling a sob come up in her throat, burning, and her tears mingled with the rain.

And if you have to leave

Angel held her as she buried her face in his neck. The desperate sadness was hot between them as she felt herself running her fingers in his hair. He pulled away, looking into her eyes with a despair that was only hardened by resolution.

I wish that you would just leave

They danced together. He had already whispered what was inevitable, and she knew it was true, but she still clung, because it was the only thing left to do.

'Cause your presence still lingers here

She wandered around the empty mansion, her eyes dead and cold, reaching into her pocket. She looked at the ring one last time, glinting silver, like emptiness, and she set it on the hard floor. And walked away.

And it won't leave me alone

She tossed in bed, her hand clutching the pillow. Angel was kissing her, softly and with the pain only a doomed love can have. Her nails scraped against his back, the skin cold and peeling under her fingers. The passion bloomed in her throat and, with a harsh breath, she woke up.

These wounds won't seem to heal

Her hand strayed to her neck, feeling the tiny puckered mouths that still seemed to ache. She remembered the pull of her blood and the feeling of helplessness. A part of her wanted to feel it again.

This pain is just too real

She watched as he looked at her one last time, then turning away into the night just as he had came. His jacket swept behind him, then a car passed the road and he was gone. She sat on the curb of the sidewalk and stared until the night didn't seem to matter anymore.

There's just too much that time cannot erase

They stood in the hallway together. Awkward. A nervous laugh. Everything was coming back, but she wanted so desperately to hide it. She asked him to leave even though it wasn't what she wanted.

When you cried I'd wipe away all your tears

Behind him was hell, and before her was no choice. He had looked at her, uncomprehending, as she touched his face and kissed his wet cheeks. Close your eyes, she said. He did.

When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears

He stood on the hilltop, staring at the sunset that he could smell. She pleaded, her arm clutching his sleeve, and he pulled away. She could see he pain, always the pain, in his eyes. He bent over her, yelling to mask the fear, the tiredness of trying to be rightous for no reason.

I held your hand for all of these years

His palm was sweaty and cold in hers, but it didn't matter. His eyes were misty as they swung around in his head, and she felt like crying, but didn't. He had rasped out how sorry he was, but they both knew somewhere that it wouldn't change anything.

You still have

Her head was bowed and she could feel the despair strangle her as he touched her, with an unconcealed sadness in passion. He kissed her lips and whispered what was wrong. She said, 'Nothing.'

All of me