Once the tears dried out and no liquid in my body seemed to have survived the outpouring, I stared numbly at the stars pricking the black velvet above. Millions of diamonds sparkling in the endless sky like little beacons of hope. It wasn't until a few minutes later that the door opened behind me. Someone flicked the light on and stepped inside. Guessing it was Gran, I didn't turn. I was tired. Drained and tired.
"What did you do?" the deep, familiar voice said, ripping me out of the zombielike state.
Startled, I turned around and shifted my gaze to the surprising figure across the room.
Ian was looking at me through narrowed eyes, one of his hands busy holding a beautiful bouquet of daisies-Buffy's favorite flowers. I'd certainly spoiled any plans he had for tonight, and it showed on h
