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Years on, and he's happier than he ever thought he would be. He may no longer have two brown eyes, but he's got his health, his friends, the love of a good woman, and his business...his booming business. He's done pretty well for himself, and he's quite content with how his life has turned out.

But sometimes, when he takes out his wallet to pay a supplier, he'll stop and stare at the crisp dollar bills, and remember. Anya...And he wonders if he did the right thing, leaving her.

Years on, and he still doesn't know the answer.



Mar. 15th, 2005 09:04 pm (UTC)
That is very good. Love it.

You almost made me feel sorry for Xander. Almost.
Mar. 15th, 2005 09:11 pm (UTC)
Don't feel sorry for Xan-man. He's alright, really, he is.

I wonder why he keeps whispering to me, though...
Mar. 15th, 2005 09:16 pm (UTC)
He does? Oh, now that's scary...
Mar. 15th, 2005 09:24 pm (UTC)
He does?

Yeah, sort of...I mean, on a grand total of 6 drabbles/ficlets, he's in 3 of them. That's quite...scary. ;-)