"Okay..." She pauses, waiting a bit to collect her thoughts before she starts speaking. "Dear Buffy, So here we are at the end of all things... not really. I just tried to go all Tolkien on you. Google it. Anyway, mostly at the end of my stuff, not yours. The way I see it, you'll live forever and be all invincible and super cool and generally amazing at everything into your fifties. Then you'll retire and live your life out on a beach somewhere and perv on much younger men cause that's what old ladies do when they retire, right?
"So I just wanted to say... I love you. I'm sorry you got saddled with all of this, with me. I know I kind of grew on you like mold does on cheesy goodness. But I like to think I'm the healthy kind of mold that's good for you. I know you didn't have to come around to being forced to have a sister. I know you didn't have to care. I know I got incredibly lucky that you were the Slayer when all that went down, when I was created. Another person probably wouldn't have... I just know I got lucky.
"I also know I was incredibly annoying sometimes. But what can you expect of a person who's only one or two years old. I grew out of it, mostly. But I'm sorry I was annoying. I'm sorry I stepped in gum when I borrowed those boots you really like. And I'm sorry I spilled ketchup on that pink off the shoulder silk top you like too. Oh. And I confess that I was the one who stole your silver dangle earrings back in the day and then lost them. It was me. Surprise!
"And here's what I don't always say to your face cause who in their right mind would boost the ego of someone so generally good at everything? You're amazing. You're the best superhero. You're the best sister. You're the best stand-in mom. You're the best caretaker. You're the best nurturer. You're the best everything to me. And I love you a lot even if you won't remember me in however long it takes for me to fully disappear. You chose to keep me in your life and keep me safe. You went to bat for me time and again when you really didn't have to. You love me even though you don't have to. And I love you too. You're my sister."
She's crying now and she wipes at her eyes, he shoulders shaking with each breath. "But you have to do something about the conditioner you use cause you hair... it has a thing." She sniffles. "Your bratty sister, Dawn."
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"So I just wanted to say... I love you. I'm sorry you got saddled with all of this, with me. I know I kind of grew on you like mold does on cheesy goodness. But I like to think I'm the healthy kind of mold that's good for you. I know you didn't have to come around to being forced to have a sister. I know you didn't have to care. I know I got incredibly lucky that you were the Slayer when all that went down, when I was created. Another person probably wouldn't have... I just know I got lucky.
"I also know I was incredibly annoying sometimes. But what can you expect of a person who's only one or two years old. I grew out of it, mostly. But I'm sorry I was annoying. I'm sorry I stepped in gum when I borrowed those boots you really like. And I'm sorry I spilled ketchup on that pink off the shoulder silk top you like too. Oh. And I confess that I was the one who stole your silver dangle earrings back in the day and then lost them. It was me. Surprise!
"And here's what I don't always say to your face cause who in their right mind would boost the ego of someone so generally good at everything? You're amazing. You're the best superhero. You're the best sister. You're the best stand-in mom. You're the best caretaker. You're the best nurturer. You're the best everything to me. And I love you a lot even if you won't remember me in however long it takes for me to fully disappear. You chose to keep me in your life and keep me safe. You went to bat for me time and again when you really didn't have to. You love me even though you don't have to. And I love you too. You're my sister."
She's crying now and she wipes at her eyes, he shoulders shaking with each breath. "But you have to do something about the conditioner you use cause you hair... it has a thing." She sniffles. "Your bratty sister, Dawn."