Death is Only the Beginning ((TDA))

Wesley was not my guide. Cain was my enemy. Willow was my friend. These were constants in my universe as I had come to know it, and yet it seemed as though it was tested daily as my new humanity blossomed.

( Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months... A story about a time, a story about a place, a story about the people. )

I returned to the television, held the remote in my hands, and watched the death. Again. And again. And again.

Wesley was not the only one who had died that day. Perhaps I had, as well...