Last second post. Sorry I missed my assigned day, time ran out as it does sometimes and I couldn’t keep up. So here.
The scene popped into my head as I was finally reading Season 8 and took up residency there. Call it grieving, call it commemoration, call it missing the last person she felt a real connection to, call it being lonely. Whatever you call it, in my world, Buffy needed it.
Okay, I needed it. Season 8 made me really, really need it.
This being my first ever post on this community : thank you guys for keeping our love for this universe alive, stirring its embers to life from time to time. It is greatly appreciated.
Now I have completely missed my assigned day and all other possible posting opportunities because life slapped me around a bit this month. But I have a little something to show at the last possible moment :
Because… Wasn’t this moment supposed to be beautiful?
Weren’t souls supposed to be?
To Apprehend Air, by quinara