She looked away from him to the grass while he spoke about his sister's family. They sounded so, normal. It was the type of life that Buffy knew she would probably never have, but wanted so badly. Angel had put that in her head and she didn't think she was ever going to be able to let go of that dream. She always had at least a little bit of hope inside of her. The kids, the white picket fence, maybe a pony and a dog.
Her smile faded when he had asked her about her last time at a park just for fun.
"Honestly?"
Buffy turned her head to look back over at Eliot.
"It was with this guy, we had a picnic, that's when things were.. sort of normal and I don't really count it because I was kind of persuaded into it."
Another small laugh slipped her lips.
"And any memories of me in the park that are recent before then are all fake, so I'm going to say I can't remember."
She had never really told him the story about Dawn, or how she had died for her. She just mentioned she died and left it at that.
"But if they were real Dawn and I climbed trees in the park in Sunnydale and fed the ducks all the time."