Worse Things
by Livia
09/30/98
Important Disclaimer
She didn't have to say a word; it was there in her eyes. *You lied to me.*
"Buffy." Xander's heart stopped. "I knew you'd come back. If only to break my other arm." he offered.
"I'm not gonna hit you." Buffy whispered. "Oh, Xander. You tried, didn't you? To stop loving me?"
"Well, I... No." he confessed. "No. Not really."
"Do you still?"
"You have to ask?" he laughed disbelievingly.
She nodded. "Good."
Wild hope rose in Xander's heart. "How exactly... is it... good?"
"Because I'll never love you." Buffy said, smiling coldly.
There are worse things than broken arms.
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