Hey it's me tatter, I abbreviated my name because I am much to lazy to type it out!
This is my second fanfic that I will have successfully posted on the internet! Heheh, iv'e also just been to lazy to write but that's ok.
Erm, this will probably be one of my more serious oriented fics, So I hope you enjoy it.
Oh, and this series does not belong to me…..neither does spike….or vicious…or….oh nevermind! Please enjoy!
Chapter 1
If you ever think yourself alone, you are mistaken, no one is alone at heart. Be it someone you talk to in a dream, a past friend, a present lover or a future somebody. These are all things that show one can never truly be alone. Plus, just living in isolation can drive one to the edge of a cliff called insanity. It is human nature to feel the need to want the company and closeness of another. It is human nature that brings us close, yet drives us apart from each other. We cannot live with ought one another, there can be no love, hate, joy, or any other emotion with ought one another. We are the breeders of thought and feeling, with ought one another there is virtually nothing one can do besides watch the foundations of humanity crumble and fall at our own feet .We make who we are we make what we are we make our lives a complex thing that was simple to begin with. There is more to our lives than just increasing its speed, because from the moment we are born and we take our first breath we are dying, and death is one thing that many fear, it is a fate that we all posses whether we accept that fact or not.
Spike Spingle lay sprawled out on an old beaten couch, that looked as if it had no stuffing left in it, as he thought about these things he had heard from a girl earlier on the streets of pluto. He shifted his position to move away from the loose spring that was jabbing at his back. His shaggy forest green hair hung limply in front of his face, as he stared thoughtfully up at the white ceiling of the bebop. He took a long drag from a cigarette he was had perched between his lips, then blew out a small whisp of smoke that spiraled upwards then faded away.