Unmentioned
By Vanilla Tiger
AN: Post-Chosen
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Xander's not ready to talk about Anya yet.
In a way, Dawn's glad. It means she can't ask those questions that have been tormenting her recently.
What was it like to wake up beside Anya all those mornings? How did her hair smell, how did her skin feel, how did she taste?
It's only in the recent peace that Dawn's realised she's been wondering about such things, about Anya. She can't remember when it all started.
It doesn't really matter though.
Anya's corpse was buried with the Hellmouth, and now a grieving Dawn will never know what these feelings meant.