||[Jan. 29th, 2005|08:22 pm]
Home In Sunnydale
I put the phone down in disbelief after talking with Wesley. Buffy's alive? And in LA? This just doesn't make sense. Something is not adding up correctly. I certainly hope it wasn't Willow who brought her back. Willow should not be tampering with that sort of power. Those are dark, powerful magics, and she needs to be careful. It could completely consume her... |
I hurried to pack my things in order to get back to Sunnydale as soon as possible. It's not as though I didn't believe Wesley.. it was just one of those things that you don't quite believe until you see it for yourself. And how much Buffy be feeling? How is she dealing with this? I feel I need to be there for her.
I stop packing and just sit down in my recliner. I put my hand on my head. None of this makes any sense. I mean, of course I am glad to have Buffy alive.. but at what price? Why is she back? What, emotionally, must she be going through? I suddenly have a purpose again, yet I am uncertain that I should be happy about such things. I guess I shall just have to see when I get back there.
I go back to packing and when I am finished, I sit down with a glass of scotch. Looking at the ceiling, I sigh to myself. Then, I am startled out of my daze when the phone next to me begins to ring. I pick it up after three rings, though I am hesitant. "Hello?"
(open to Willow)