Xander, a year after the Hellmouth closed
If they're only ghosts whispering in his ear, how do they have the power to make his skin climb up his back and tug at his cheeks until they collapse, giving way to tears and screams of rage at a town that is no longer there?
If she’s dead how can she be beside him everyday? Second guessing every purchase, forcing him to cook meals he would be just as happy to get from a drive through. Guiding his hand to his pockets each night, slowly dropping coins into a jar marked ‘Rainy Day’.
A year since she never left. |