Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns the show and characters, though their names are not mentioned in this.
Author's Note: So, are you wondering who it's about? Well, keep that feeling for a little while. You can speculate in the ever-appreciated reviews (you review mine, I'll review yours). If I don't get any reviews, I'll never tell you who it's about, but if I do I'll edit this so that information is inside.
-Constant-
The blood pours in a continuous flow. Constant. It's like when you cut your wrists to repent.
The water crashes against the shores. Constant. You can see the waves when you look out the window.
Constant like the fact that he was there. Not anymore. Now you're all by yourself and what used to be constant – what used to always be there – is gone.
It used to be: Your friends are there to help you. Constant.
Now, they're dead. All of them.
You thought he would be here with you...
He's dead, too. You never thought he would leave you (but you forced him to leave, didn't you?). After all, he was immortal. Like you are.
Cars are buzzing down empty streets now. The busyness, the rush...it's almost nonexistent where you are now, though it was constant before.
Of course, that may be because you couldn't stay there anymore. You came here because you wanted a new constant. Everything there reminded you of them. Everything here makes you feel ashamed, like you're not honoring their memory.
He didn't die there though. He died when... No. Don't say it, don't admit it. That never happened.
...And if you could really believe that, you would. The constant denial in your mind makes you now. But, if you could just go back, stop that one moment from happening... This thought is constant, too.
The constant denial of the fact: You killed him.