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Speak of the devil
Look who just walked into the room
The guilt invaded
Notion of someone I once knew
Mal, Jayne, River, and Zoe was setting at a booth in some backworld bar at corner of no and where, when the door opened and a ghost of a woman that they all knew walked in. Guilt washed over Mal, he felt like he was the reason for her new apperance. No longer was she decked out in rich colors of red and golds, but was wearing the clothes of a whore, her face was no longer painted like a fine porcelin doll, instead it looked like the make up was caked on trying to cover the shallowness of her eyes, her skin no longer held a beautiful glow of sun kissed skin, it was pale and pasty almost a yellow. The beautiful Companion had became a lowly whore.
All the perfects moments are wrong
All the precious pieces are gone
Everything that mattered is just
A city of dust
Covering both of us
Mal saw in that moment that he had destroyed the woman that he loved. All the moments of quite peace and love were gone, all the things that he cherished about her was gone, the thing that walked toward his table with a sway in her hips that said she was all about sex was not the precious lady that she had once been, in that moment he knew they were both just dead, the only thing was that they were still breathing.
Did you hide yourself away?
I can't see you anymore
Did you eclipse another day?
I used to wake up to the colour of your soul
So many questions he wanted to ask. Where had she been, how had she came about this line of work. He no longer so the woman that had infurated him once, all that he saw was a shell of the person he used to fight with, make love to and wake up to kiss the morning with.
Did you hide yourself away?
Are you leaving through the ghost?
Did you finally find a place
Above the shadows so the world will never know?
The world will never know you like I do
Was this her way of hiding from the rest of the world, was this really the place that she belonged in, was this the only thing that kept the nigtmares at bay. Would anyone of these men that she was stalking ever know her the way he did? Would they know how she liked to be kissed, would the find her most intamite places to touch, could they make her fall with just a look, would they love the woman or just use the whore.
So many silent sorrows
You never hear from again
And now that you've lost tomorrow
Is yesterday still a friend?
He saw the sorrows that were in her eyes, the pain from years long ago. She would never have to see his face again, he would make sure that they never ended up on this dust bowl again. All he could do was hope that yesterday still made her smile and a part of the woman he once knew was there. Maybe he should have never chastised her for being what she was, it was clear to see that the woman he knew was no whore.
All the bridges we built were burned
Not a single lesson was learned
Everything that mattered is just
A city of dust
Covering both of us
So many years ago, so many things overcome, he had just let it all burn. The lessons that life had tried to teach him had went unnoticed until that moment. Everything that had once mattered to him had been lost, turned to dust, waiting for a strom to blow it away. They were already dead, just breathing. The woman that walked over and took his hand as he lay his money down, was not the Inara that he remebred just a ghost the woman that stood before him had walked through.
A/N: Sorry for the horrible angst again so my muse loves a sad story sue her not me.