All is Calm
It is not salvation. Instead, it is the fall of a snowflake on her face. It melts slowly.
It doesn’t melt on Angel's face, so she brushes her fingers across his cheek and smiles as cool water droplets cling to her fingers.
She looks up into the sky and it is not black. It is not just another night and though she has not won this battle, it different this time.
It is a reprieve.
And so, Buffy takes his hand and they make their descent down the hill, snowfall marking their path, and for a moment, all is silent.