A wreath of smoke circled her head. Crushing out a half smoked cigarette Faye Valentine laid her head down on her bed. ...Stupid, just plain crazy... she thought to herself. She couldn't stop him from leaving , and starting to break down really probably didn't lean things to her advantage either. Still, he left, and to Faye's surprise she felt something warm run down her face. A tear? Was she crying over him? No, she couldn't be, but she was.

Crazy ... I'm crazy for feelin' so lonely
I'm crazy ... crazy for feelin' so blue
I knew you'd love me as long as you wanted,
And then someday, you'd leave me for somebody new

He was going off to face whatever it was that was out there for him, his past mostly. And Julia. The one thing that Faye new she could never come close to comparing to. But why did she care what he did? One plain simple fact remained. She loved Spike Spiegel, but he would never love her in return, and she new it. No matter how much she told herself that she didn't feel it, she knew that she did, and it hurt, hurt like hell. She wanted him to come back, she could continue to have him the way she had before, it was better than nothing.

Faye sat up, she stuck a cigarette in her mouth, and went to light it, but stopped. What if he didn't come back, she knew there was a good chance he wouldn't, but she didn't want to think of that now. She light her smoke and took a long drag.

Worry ... why do I let myself worry?
Wonderin' ... what in the world did I do?
Oh, crazy ... for thinkin' that my love could hold you
I'm crazy for tryin', and crazy for cryin'
And I'm crazy for lovin' you

Faye was so lost in her own thoughts she didn't realize she had smoked the cigarette all the way to the filter until she felt to heat on her fingers. She put it out in the ashtray and lay back down. Spike was the last thing she wanted on her mind, but every time she tried to sleep he kept creeping back into her thoughts. "Damn you Spike Spiegel" she muttered in the darkness. Whether he came back or not, he was going to be on her mind for quite some time to come. Faye smiled slightly, trying to focus on the good times, if they could be called that. Slowly but surely she gave into to sleep, a peaceful smile one her face.

Crazy ... for thinkin' that my love could hold you
I'm crazy for tryin', and crazy for cryin'
And I'm crazy for lovin' you