Dear You: Letter two My Gift

Dawn,

The spirit guide told me death is my gift.

No need to thank me.

I learned from the 'all knowing' that you were fashioned out of me. You're my sister, because you bear my blood. My name. Summers. I know you'll make something out of that name; be a famous artist, be a writer, be anything. But a Slayer. You don't deserve this life. Just live. For me.

I had to die for you. It was that, or the world would end. Like always. My friends, you, everyone...I can't let them suffer like this.

I always wanted my death to be noble. To be worthy. It was. But I also wanted it to be incredibly far away. We don't always get what we want.

Be cautious with your heart. Be strong. Take care of yourself now that I'm no longer there to do it. I wish I could be there with you. Giles, Xander, Anya, everyone, they'll be there. Take care of each other. I know it's hard now, that Mom died. I wear all these memories everyday and I know you do too. I'm sorry the way some of this turned out.

I wish I could leave you with a gem of advice. Something like Mom would always give to me. But I can't, that's not the way I am. I can only say this:

Be who you want to be.

I didn't really get a chance. I was chosen. I was called. That was it. The Slayer life is a cycle. Lather rinse repeat. There was no choice, I couldn't call in sick, Mom couldn't write a note for me.

You have that choice. Be anything.

I've finally figured it all out, Dawn. This is the way it has to be. So, be brave and live for me. I can't say I'm not scared, but I can say it's worth it.

In every generation...there is a Chosen One. That is how the story begins ; this is how it ends...

Your sister,
Buffy