"It doesn't have to be like this..." She starts, but I stop her. It's bull, and she knows it just like I know it. Because it does have to be like this. Just fucking like this. Maybe, it didn't... maybe if I had done something, or if she had said something, or maybe if he had just stayed in hell like a good little demon, but it does now. We dug this grave and now we have to die in it or whatever the saying is. Fuck it, y'know? Because this is how it is, and how it's always gonna be. You can't change the pact and the future is just waiting to fuck you over. Just like she did. Just like I did to her. Damn, why the hell did it happen this way? Oh, yeah. Because we made it this way. Hold on, don't let go and never look back. Never admit that you screwed up, either.

A small sound. Like a whisper. Oh, god, now she crying. "Why... please, don't." God, I can't take it any more.

"SHUT UP! YOU'RE JUST A FUCKING WHORE! SHAKING YOUR ASS AT THAT WOLF, FOR THAT WOLF. DIDN'T EVER OCCER TO YOU? DIDN'T YOU EVER EVEN THINK?!?"

A bang goes off. The gun. The gun that I was holding. The gun that just shot the bullet that is lodged in her brain. Oh, god, Willow. She looks so sad. Only not because she's crying, but because she feels sorry for me.

"Faith..."