Buffy stared at her hand, beautiful and burned. Every time she saw it, Buffy thought of Spike, her friend, her lover, her champion.

Slowly, her hand started to heal. But slowly was too fast for her. She thought it to be a message from Spike, telling her to move on with her life. Truth was, she didn't, she couldn't. She needed him. She loved him.

Without him, she was a poor little lost girl. The mark was her last remembrance, last hope. With the mark, memories started to fade as well.

So she decided she wanted to stay burned…

Forever.