Buffy awoke to a soft pounding at the door.  Well, soft only because the rain was beating so hard on the roof.  She had fallen asleep on the couch watching an old movie.  She quickly went to the door and opened it to find Spike standing there.  His blonde hair was a mess, sticking out in every which way, and his clothes were soaking wet and plastered to him.  "Spike? What are you doing here?"  She looked at a clock, "It's three in the morning!" "I need to talk to you."  His voice was low and serious. "Well come in then."  Buffy gestured for him to come inside. He shook his head.  "I don't have much to say, and I'm not gonna get your house all wet. I don't need to come in." "Look, you're coming in, it's freezing out there. I'm not standing in front of an open door."  She told him. Spike sighed and took one tentative step through the doorway.  Buffy pulled him the rest of the way through and closed the door behind him.  "So what? None of the usual cocky comments about my house, or my pajamas, or my hair?" "Not in the mood."  Spike replied.  She rolled at this.  'Always with the eye rolling, someday there gonna roll right outa her damn head.'  Spike thought.  "Look Buffy, I can't do this anymore." "Do what?"  She asked. 'Oh as if she doesn't know!'  "This! This whole you kissing me then being all 'Denial!Buffy' about how you really feel!" "How I feel? How do you know how I feel?" "Oh here we go, the whole 'no one knows my true feelings but me' bit! You wear you're heart on your sleeve Buffy." "Look maybe I just feel like kissing somebody, and you just happen to be there at the time!" "That is not true and you know it! Look I didn't come here to talk about this, I came to here to tell you that I'm leaving." A look of shock appeared on her face, "Le-Leaving?"  She stuttered. "Ya, leaving, Sunnydale, for good."  There was a look of tremendous sadness in his eyes as he said this.  "You know I love you Buffy and I would do anything for you.  But this is just.it's too hard to do this." "So you're just leaving?" ""Consider the odds! Consider the obvious! The fire is meaningless; this campaign died in the planning stages, and these falling faces are the singular proof it was ever alive. You're never going to think of me as anything more than some demon, or a monster, or that guy you kiss once and awhile. I just can't do it."  Spike shook his head, "Tell Dawn-tell her I'm sorry."  With that he was gone before Buffy could do anything.  She heard a choked sob come from the top of the stairs and turned to see Dawn sitting there tears running down her face.  Before Buffy could say anything Dawn ran into the room and slammed the door.  Buffy felt her own tears run down her face as she stared at the door.