Sunset Beginnings

 

It’d been years; Spike wasn’t even sure how many days anymore. He’d written her finally, telling her he was back and well, fighting the good fight with Angel. If Buffy was ever ready, that’d been a hint of how to reach him. He never anticipated she would be. She had sunlight after all.

 

From the shadowed doorway, he watched her approach, her hair ablaze with the sun’s last receding rays. Smiling, she quietly joined him in admiring the horizon. Spike’s hope soared. Maybe he’d been wrong. Maybe on this, they agreed. Sunrise was nice, but he’d always preferred the sunset.

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