~*Every now and then soft as breath upon my skin
I feel you come back again
And it’s like you haven’t been gone a moment from my side
Like the tears were never cried
Like the hands of time are holding you and me
And with all my heart I’m sure we’re closer than we ever were
I don’t have to hear or see, I’ve got all the proof I need
There are more than angels watching over me
I believe, I believe*~





The path was worn as black boots walked along it.

He stopped in his tracks as the gravestone came into view. He came everyday and still it twisted his heart to see her tombstone. He sat down and layed the rose in front of him. He would put it into the vase before he left, the vase that held one hundred and forty other red roses.

He sat there with his eyes closed until he felt it.

The soft breeze tickling at face.

He smiled and opened his eyes, tears making their way down his face.

"Hey, love."

He let out a ragged breath and nodded his head.

"I miss you, Buffy. But you know that, I tell you everyday. "




~*That when you die your life goes on
It doesn’t end here when you’re gone
Every soul is filled with light
It never ends and if I’m right
Our love can even reach across eternity
I believe, I believe*~



He traced her name on the cold stone and then layed his cheek against it.
He listened as the leaves crunched beneath their shoes.
They followed him. And he knew it.
Did they honestly think he was going to kill himself? Did they think he would take his own life after Buffy had gave her's to save it?
They're the crazy ones. Not him.
But they couldn't see.
They didn't know why he talked to Buffy all the time.
Because she's there.
He talks to her and she listens, because she promised him.
*And this, this is only the beginning. 'Cause I'm gonna love you through eternity. I'll never stop and I'll never leave you, do you hear me? Never.*
And he knows that she's there, he can feel her.
He can feel her love.


~*Forever, you’re a part of me
Forever, in the heart of me
And I’ll hold you even longer if I can
The people who don’t see the most
Say that I believe in ghosts
And if that makes me crazy, then I am
‘Cause I believe
There are more than angels watching over me
I believe, I believe *~


"I love you, Buffy." He laughed as the soft wind caressed his face. "So much, pet. You'll never know."
His laughs trailed into tears and he fisted his hands in the soft earth keeping her from him.
"I need you. Maybe I am crazy. Because I don't know how to go on. Not without you."
His fingers dug into the dirt and he clenched his teeth, his voice overcome by sobs.
"Come back. Please!! Come back to me! I need you, I need you here, walking beside me! I need to see you, to hold you. Please..."
His body shook with sobs and his mournful cries echoed in the cemetary.
The wind licked at his face and chilled the tears tracks on his face. He nodded his head and layed down above her, his ear against the ground.
"I love you too."


~*Every now and then soft as breath upon my skin
I feel you come back again and I believe*~





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