Disclaimer: The characters mention are owned by The Great and Merciless God Joss. And no copyright violation was intended. I am also making no money off of this.
Notes: Minor spoilage for Season 3 and it's depressing…that's all I'm saying.
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I look out of the screen glass door and at the day. The sun is shining bright and if I listen close enough, I can hear the city's life. But everyone in this hotel is sleeping. Sound asleep.
How long as it been since I have been up this late? Or would that be early? A year? Two? Three? Maybe even Four? Does it really matter? My skin is pale. Everyone who works here skin is pale. Except for maybe Gunn's and Lorne's...Though, even they seem pale to me. Maybe it's because of the mood of this place. Or maybe it is because we belong to the night. All of us.
And the night is addictive. It slowly pulls you in and once you are there, there is no escaping. And...I cannot hate the person who as sentenced me to the night. Maybe it is because she never really wanted to. She never did it on purpose. And maybe it's because she is also a victim. Against her will...she came into the night, bringing along everyone she cared about and me. She never liked me, but she still brought me with her into the night.
Sometimes...I think about what happened six years ago. Sometimes I just forget about. Sometimes I find myself wondering what Wesley is doing know. Sometimes...I just don't care.
That's just how it is. Nothing I can do about...nothing anyone could do about.
The sun is bright and is heating the earth. And I wonder...
If I were to stick my hand out, would it burn? Would it go up in flames from the heat? Would the flames eat away the skin...then the muscles, and finally the bone? Am I really better off than Angel?
Does it really matter? We all belong to the night. Me, Angel, Gunn, Fred, Lorne...Wesley, where ever he is now...and Buffy and all her pals in Sunnydale. Everyone.
We all belong to the night, and the night welcomes us like the day never did.
We are in the business of saving souls. Helping the hopeless. Pretending to be the light at the end of a long dark tunnel to so many. After all...Hyperion was the God of Light in Greek Mythology. And so...we try each day to uphold that title that we never deserved.
And I wonder sometimes...
How can we save other people's souls, when we can't even save our own?
