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A/N: I just watched "Help!" for like the millionth time and I felt the urge to write a story about Cassie because she's so cool. Anyway, this is probably a really bad story and the product of boredom during a school holiday but anyway…
Setting: Set just after Help! Told in Dawn's POW.
"Death Waits For No Woman"
By Darry M.
It's hard to believe, hard to believe that just this morning I was talking to her, laughing with her and joking with her. Just this morning she was gushing about how beautiful the sun looked and the shade of the sky and now she'll never see the sun again, or the sky. It's hard to believe that I'll never laugh with her or joke with her again; she'll never laugh or joke again.
Buffy tried to help her but like Xander said, there was nothing she could have done, even if she had slain every demon ever to walk the earth, Cassie would still be dead right now. She had a heart problem, she was only fifteen years old and she had a heart problem; it's not fair, Cassie didn't deserve to die right now. She wanted to graduate and fall in love and grow up to see her mean cousins get fat. And now that'll never happen because Death waits for no woman, as she said in one of her poems.
Even though I probably would have never become friends with Cassie if Buffy had never told me to, I was glad that I knew her for a week. It feels like I knew her for longer, but probably because it's just not fair that she died to quickly. Buffy thought that she had saved Cassie, that Cassie was going to grow up and then suddenly... there wasn't a Cassie Newton in the world anymore. That's how sudden it happens I guess, one second you're alive and the next, you're not. You're not around any more and the world keeps turning, even when you don't turn with it. It's not fair.
Cassie didn't deserve to die that way, she had so much going for her, even if she didn't know it. She could have been a great poet, or a painter and she and Michael could have been happy together. Buffy said that he's going to ask me to the Winter Dance but I can't go, not knowing that while he's dancing with me, he's probably thinking of Cassie. I'll be thinking of Cassie and how much she wanted to go to the dance.
Why couldn't Death have waited for ten years, fifteen years? Why did Cassie have to die now? She was only fifteen for Christ's sake, she was my age!
But, I guess Cassie was right when she said Death waits for no woman.
A/N: I just watched "Help!" for like the millionth time and I felt the urge to write a story about Cassie because she's so cool. Anyway, this is probably a really bad story and the product of boredom during a school holiday but anyway…
Setting: Set just after Help! Told in Dawn's POW.
"Death Waits For No Woman"
By Darry M.
It's hard to believe, hard to believe that just this morning I was talking to her, laughing with her and joking with her. Just this morning she was gushing about how beautiful the sun looked and the shade of the sky and now she'll never see the sun again, or the sky. It's hard to believe that I'll never laugh with her or joke with her again; she'll never laugh or joke again.
Buffy tried to help her but like Xander said, there was nothing she could have done, even if she had slain every demon ever to walk the earth, Cassie would still be dead right now. She had a heart problem, she was only fifteen years old and she had a heart problem; it's not fair, Cassie didn't deserve to die right now. She wanted to graduate and fall in love and grow up to see her mean cousins get fat. And now that'll never happen because Death waits for no woman, as she said in one of her poems.
Even though I probably would have never become friends with Cassie if Buffy had never told me to, I was glad that I knew her for a week. It feels like I knew her for longer, but probably because it's just not fair that she died to quickly. Buffy thought that she had saved Cassie, that Cassie was going to grow up and then suddenly... there wasn't a Cassie Newton in the world anymore. That's how sudden it happens I guess, one second you're alive and the next, you're not. You're not around any more and the world keeps turning, even when you don't turn with it. It's not fair.
Cassie didn't deserve to die that way, she had so much going for her, even if she didn't know it. She could have been a great poet, or a painter and she and Michael could have been happy together. Buffy said that he's going to ask me to the Winter Dance but I can't go, not knowing that while he's dancing with me, he's probably thinking of Cassie. I'll be thinking of Cassie and how much she wanted to go to the dance.
Why couldn't Death have waited for ten years, fifteen years? Why did Cassie have to die now? She was only fifteen for Christ's sake, she was my age!
But, I guess Cassie was right when she said Death waits for no woman.