All right-y then. Before I can get on with the story, I have a few things to make clear to everyone.
1. This is a Cowboy Bebop Fanfiction (obviously). And we all know that Cowboy Bebop belongs to Bandai. Neither the show or any of it's characters belong to me. Though there's no harm in wishing, ne?
2. This story is told in first person from the POV of Faye Valentine just moments after she found out about.. well.. don't wanna spoil it for those who've never seen the show. Though.. if you do read this fanfiction... eh, I suggest you don't if you've never seen Cowboy Bebop. This story contains a major *SPOILER*
3. The ending is somewhat violent, thankfully not descriptive. It's what happens when you watch "Real Folk Blues" while listening to "Adieu". I love that song! Anyhoo, I do expect reviews, though this time around I wish for flames to be left out. It's a fanfiction, peeps, and as the author, I have the freedom to write whatever ending I choose *mwahahahah*. Just kidding. But seriously, I purposely made it tragic and that's what makes it good (IMO).
Now.. onto the story......
NO!
"He's gone. Dead."
No! Not gone! Not dead!
"There was nothing anyone could do."
I refuse to accept this!!!
"Lunkhead."
He's not dead!!!
"Why did he have to do it?"
Stop it! Stop talking like that!!
"Why?"
Stop it, I said!! I can't take it anymore!!!
"Shut up!! Shut up!! I can't take it anymore!!!"
Hollow.
The reverberation of boot heel off metal wall.
Spinning.
The world was a pinwheel.
Pain.
It hurts inside.
Disbelief.
It wasn't true. It just wasn't.
Truth.
Hitting like a physical punch to the gut.
'I stand alone
And watch you fade away like clouds
High up and in the sky
I'm strong and so cold
As I stand alone
Goodbye, So long, Adieu..'
"SPIKE!!!"
He really is gone.
"NO!"
He's never coming back.
"SPIKE!!!"
He's... never... coming... back.
Sinking.
To the floor.
Dissolving.
Into tears of self-loathing.
Should have gone with him..
Nothing.
To be done now.
Nothing.
But to allow the self-loathing to continue.
Anger.
At knowing something could've been done.
Pity.
At knowing nothing was done.
"You told me once to forget the past, that it doesn't matter.... but you're the one still tied to the past, Spike!!"
"Look at my eyes, Faye. One of them is fake 'cause I lost it in an accident. Since then, I've been seeing the past in one eye and the present in the other. So I thought I could only see patches of reality."
"Don't tell me things like that! You've never told me anything about yourself! Don't start now."
"I felt like I was watching a dream that I would never wake up from. Before I knew it, the dream was all over.."
'Before I knew it, the dream was all over.'
All... over.........
'Oh, how I love you so. Lost in those memories
And now you've gone
I feel the pain, feeling like a fool, Adieu.'
Shaking hand.
Grasping the gun tightly, raising it.
Nervous finger.
Squeezing slowly upon the trigger.
Fear.
Of knowing life without him.
Fear.
There is no more fear.
I love you, Spike....
BANG!
'Oh, how I love you so. Lost in those memories
And now you've gone.
I feel the pain, feeling like a fool, Adieu.'