A/N: Own nothing, I do. Belong to much wealthier people, they do.

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Buffy brought flowers to Cassie’s funeral – not much, just some daisies. She wished Cassie’s vision could have been stopped the way her Prophecy had been, but sometimes there was nothing you could do, she supposed.

Cassie’s immediate family recognized her and thanked her for coming. A large portion of Dawn’s class was there, as was typical of high school funerals. In life, Cassie had few friends; in death, her schoolmates were reminded of their own mortality, reminded to band closer together with their own.

A man with deep red hair sat next to her for the services. She had never seen him before in her life, and Sunnydale was a very small town.

“How did you know Cassie?” she asked, a little choked.

“She was my niece’s other cousin,” he explained. “I came up from Miami with my niece and her mother. I only met her and her family once, but she was a very special girl.”

“Yes,” Buffy agreed. “She was.”