Authors Notes: I know, I know, I need Prozac or something, but it’s all Mr. Miller's fault. He’s had us singing this since mid-November and I had to do something with this idea in my head before I lost my mind.
Love’s Here To Stay
Across California, a classical song plays softly on a radio station. No one is sure who dedicated it, or whom it is for. All the DJ will says is it’s for a shattered couple in a place called Sunnydale, for a love that was born and died in the night.
In a darkened apartment, Angel listens with an odd look on his face, one of solace for the first time in months. He lets the sweet melody wash over him, and for a brief second, some of the pain is gone.
It’s very clear, our love is here to stay
Not for a year, but ever and a day
Cordelia feels Dennis’ comforting presence, but he is not what she thinks of. She looks at the scar on her stomach, and wipes away an unwanted tear. The pain is no longer so fresh, at least for now.
The radio and the telephone
and the movies that we know
In a dorm room, Willow pulls her knees up under her chin. A tear runs down her cheek, and she looks at the ‘Dingoes Ate My Baby’ poster on the wall. The haunting tune reverberates with her sorrow.
May just be passing fancies, and in time may go
But oh my dear, our love is here to stay
In a club, Oz stares ahead blankly, thinking deep thoughts. The notes cut like a knife through his anguish, and make him realize that nothing is worth staying away from Willow.
Love’s here to stay
Together we’re going a long, long way
A kettle whistles, but Giles doesn’t here it. For him, the world is far away, and he lives inside a memory. He holds a picture in his hand, one he has kept hidden for almost two years. It is Jenny Calendar.
In time, the Rockies may crumble,
Gibraltar may tumble
,Spike sits alone in his crypt, thinking of his lost dark princess, out there somewhere with whatever creature of the night she has chosen to bed with for now. To him, there can be no peace, not now.
They’re only made of clay,
But our love is here
Alone in the cemetery, Buffy turns up her Walkman. She leans against the tombstone, and stares into the night sky. The song is familiar to her, one she found during the time Angel was gone. Buffy draws a deep breath. "This is for all of you. For all I made you lose, and for what I couldn’t stop."
To stay…..
Stay.
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