…My Butterfly…
(Prologue)
Disclaimer: I can only lay claim to the creation of this fic. The characters belong to Joss and Co. Everything else belongs to me. The song that will eventually be in this fic is property of M.C.
Rating: PG-13 (I guess)
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Spoilers: This fic takes place some time after Seasons 4/1. It is set in the future … but just read the fic to find out.
Summary: I don't wanna give you one. Cos I don't know where this is heading as I am doing it from the top of my head. But it WILL be B/A of course and probably a bit angsty … but almost all of my fics end up fluffy! So keep hope!
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thoughts
//dreams//
*lyrics*
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Logic … complete logic
But what if it doesn't work out the way I planned?
But it was the right thing to do
How can it be right if it hurts SO much?
Composure … just believe that it will work out one day
My heart aches … pains … its broken
One day my Butterfly will return … she will come back to me … I hope
I need her … want her … crave her … love her…
I need reassurance … before I decide that I was wrong and turn around this second and take her in my arms and tell her that I was mistaken …
Lying in bed … he opens his eyes and gets up to go over to the CD player … his reassurer…
His only comfort … the only thing that convinces him that he did the right thing and that everything will work out …
He presses play on the only song that plays from the speakers…
//When you love someone so deeply
They become your life//
Hunched over, as if in defeat he walks to the bed…
//I can't pretend these tears
Aren't overflowing steadily//
Lying back on his bed he clutches a dog-eared photo and blinks away the tears that threaten to escape …
//But I will stand and say goodbye
For you'll never be mine
Until you know the way it feels to fly//
The words begin to wash over him and his un-needed breath begins to slow to a steadier pace…
//Spread your wings and prepare to fly
For you have become a butterfly//
His shaking body slowly enters the realms of slumber … but before he is completely gone … Angel whispers with a quivering lip…
"Fly my Butterfly … my Buffy … fly…"
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TBC…
~Chikki~
B/A lover/shipper/believer for eternity and FOREVER!