Disclaimer: Don't own them
Written for: open_on_sunday
Word count: 100
Warning: Character death
Friends come to call, with red-rimmed eyes. Xander would have wanted this -- for them to mourn together -- but Spike's not one to share. His grief is his. And Xander isn't here to disappoint.
He locks the door, he shuts his eyes. Look, another vision! Perhaps it's just a conjured dream. Or is it memory?
Did they dance in a ruined garden? Sing lullabies in French? Rise, like spirits, from the ashes? Walk with heroes, arm-in-arm?
And did he love a dark-eyed boy?
And also: was he loved?
It's only ghosts that live here now. There's no one left to answer.