My very own BUFFY script - dealing with the idea of an 'alien being' isolation and unacceptance.

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…as ever laying sprawled to one side of a tombstone, Willow still barely conscious some metres in the other direction, and Buffy, exhausted and alone in the middle of it, a stake still in her hands, amongst the now torn up grass and dirt, sobbing with her array of weapons sprawled around her, her clothes torn, a most miserable figure, mourning the loss of a true companion and feeling the weight of guilt. END CREDITS.