Hush
"You know this is silly, right?"
No answer.
"Because no matter what you do, it's not going to go away."
Silence.
"You know, you would think you would know better. Didn't you learn your lesson the last time?"
An echo.
"At least you're not going to make a fool of yourself this time, are you?"
Fred sat up.
Empty.
Charles liked her. She knew that. And so did Wesley. Neither hid it very well. And she didn't mind, honestly. She just wasn't interested.
And when she had seen Angel and Cordelia sparing together, it wasn't him she was looking at.
Transfer
They were all saying it. They didn't mean it.
Three little words; four if you counted her name.
One, two, three. Four: Cordelia.
Everyone thinks babbling is a nervous habit. But it's not. That's just normal. Silence is the nervous habit.
There was silence now.
Tick of a clock. Hum of a hard drive. Breathing.
None of that.
But she was there.
It had been easier. To touch instead of say. Far more tangible. Actions speak louder than words.
So they say.
She placed the flowers on her bedside table.
Plastic flowers were her favourite.
Actions spoke louder than words.
Push
Angel knew he couldn't have her.
"Fred has a thing for you."
"She used to have a thing for you."
She wasn't denying it.
"She doesn't love me."
Wesley said it out of love.
And for the potential of it all.
Something was going on. People knew things. It was visible.
Wesley knew he had lost his chance. Told Fred as much.
Wished things were different.
"But they aren't."
Cordelia knew.
She knows Cordelia knew.
Everyone. knew.
She was coming to the hotel.
"To talk," she had said on the phone. It had seemed very formal.
The silence was deafening.
Occurrence
The stars were all twinkley.
The hand on her shoulder was warm.
Shaky.
So were the lips on her own.
Apparently, Cordelia didn't want to talk.
Time was something she liked.
When it contracted, she missed things.
Important thing tended to be in those times when it was far too contracted.
She didn't want to miss this.
She hadn't made a fool of herself.
It was okay that it wasn't going to go away.
Fred sat down.
Not empty any more.
The sun was very bright.
Warm.
The arm across her was warm, kissed by the sun.
And by her.
"You know this is silly, right?"
No answer.
"Because no matter what you do, it's not going to go away."
Silence.
"You know, you would think you would know better. Didn't you learn your lesson the last time?"
An echo.
"At least you're not going to make a fool of yourself this time, are you?"
Fred sat up.
Empty.
Charles liked her. She knew that. And so did Wesley. Neither hid it very well. And she didn't mind, honestly. She just wasn't interested.
And when she had seen Angel and Cordelia sparing together, it wasn't him she was looking at.
Transfer
They were all saying it. They didn't mean it.
Three little words; four if you counted her name.
One, two, three. Four: Cordelia.
Everyone thinks babbling is a nervous habit. But it's not. That's just normal. Silence is the nervous habit.
There was silence now.
Tick of a clock. Hum of a hard drive. Breathing.
None of that.
But she was there.
It had been easier. To touch instead of say. Far more tangible. Actions speak louder than words.
So they say.
She placed the flowers on her bedside table.
Plastic flowers were her favourite.
Actions spoke louder than words.
Push
Angel knew he couldn't have her.
"Fred has a thing for you."
"She used to have a thing for you."
She wasn't denying it.
"She doesn't love me."
Wesley said it out of love.
And for the potential of it all.
Something was going on. People knew things. It was visible.
Wesley knew he had lost his chance. Told Fred as much.
Wished things were different.
"But they aren't."
Cordelia knew.
She knows Cordelia knew.
Everyone. knew.
She was coming to the hotel.
"To talk," she had said on the phone. It had seemed very formal.
The silence was deafening.
Occurrence
The stars were all twinkley.
The hand on her shoulder was warm.
Shaky.
So were the lips on her own.
Apparently, Cordelia didn't want to talk.
Time was something she liked.
When it contracted, she missed things.
Important thing tended to be in those times when it was far too contracted.
She didn't want to miss this.
She hadn't made a fool of herself.
It was okay that it wasn't going to go away.
Fred sat down.
Not empty any more.
The sun was very bright.
Warm.
The arm across her was warm, kissed by the sun.
And by her.