If I owned it, it wouldn't be fanfiction, would it?
This story is based on the Tracy Chapman song of the same title. it just seemed to fit so well.
Smoke and Ashes
She folded his jacket last. The smell of nicotine and sweat still clung to it, and she held it to her for a moment before laying it in the top of a box of personal effects with a sigh. Not that Spike had any next of kin to send the box to. They were sort of the closest thing he'd had to a family. sort of sad really, the maimed, middle aged ex-cop; the debt- laden slut; the crazy, genius, pre-pubescent computer hacker; and her little dog too. No wonder he'd run away. No this wasn't for anything but Faye's own peace of mind. A way to say good-bye.
She didn't feel the tear that slipped down her cheek, but she saw it land splashless, absorbed instantly into the familiar green cloth. She had long since lost the ability to feel tears. They still came, nothing she did seemed to stop them, but she felt them no more than a marble statue would feel a raindrop. The tears she didn't feel, but she would almost rather feel the tears than the burning in her heart. Sometimes she felt it would burn so intensely that it would burn itself out, just as Spikes had.
She felt certain that once his heart had held fire, like her own, but he'd let it burn to brightly for Julia, and it had used up all its fuel, reducing itself to nothing. He'd still had the scorch marks on his soul when she'd met him, and she'd mistaken it for fire. She'd realized soon enough, but by then it had been too late. She already loved him. She'd even tried to warm his cold heart with her fiery one, but it hadn't done any good.
There had been nothing left for Faye but smoke and ashes, and then the breeze came by, and blew it all away.
This story is based on the Tracy Chapman song of the same title. it just seemed to fit so well.
Smoke and Ashes
She folded his jacket last. The smell of nicotine and sweat still clung to it, and she held it to her for a moment before laying it in the top of a box of personal effects with a sigh. Not that Spike had any next of kin to send the box to. They were sort of the closest thing he'd had to a family. sort of sad really, the maimed, middle aged ex-cop; the debt- laden slut; the crazy, genius, pre-pubescent computer hacker; and her little dog too. No wonder he'd run away. No this wasn't for anything but Faye's own peace of mind. A way to say good-bye.
She didn't feel the tear that slipped down her cheek, but she saw it land splashless, absorbed instantly into the familiar green cloth. She had long since lost the ability to feel tears. They still came, nothing she did seemed to stop them, but she felt them no more than a marble statue would feel a raindrop. The tears she didn't feel, but she would almost rather feel the tears than the burning in her heart. Sometimes she felt it would burn so intensely that it would burn itself out, just as Spikes had.
She felt certain that once his heart had held fire, like her own, but he'd let it burn to brightly for Julia, and it had used up all its fuel, reducing itself to nothing. He'd still had the scorch marks on his soul when she'd met him, and she'd mistaken it for fire. She'd realized soon enough, but by then it had been too late. She already loved him. She'd even tried to warm his cold heart with her fiery one, but it hadn't done any good.
There had been nothing left for Faye but smoke and ashes, and then the breeze came by, and blew it all away.