I wrote this shortly after the scenes took place, I just never posted it here. Enjoy!
She often wonders why her mother named her Faith. Of all the names, of all the millions of names for little girls out there, why Faith?
Her mother wasn't a devout woman. She didn't attend church services, she didn't say her prayers every day, she's not even sure if her mother believed in God. They never talked about it.
So why Faith?
When she was young, she was a happy child. She loved dolls, and ice cream, and reading her fairy tale books at night curled up under her bed covers. She loved to wear her hair in pigtails and braids; she loved to try on her mother's purple eye-shadow and pink lipstick.
During her high school years, she was a cheerleader. She went to pep rallies and ball games, she helped out with the school bake sales and even starred in the theater's production of Cinderella.
Faith.
Faith is a pretty name, a delicate name; She supposes that it fit her then. When she was a happy, peppy teenager on the verge of greatness.
But after Justus, after having her heart ripped out and stomped on, it just didn't seem to fit anymore.
Wearing all black, playing with lives like they were nothing, waving a gun around without a care in the world for who would suffer.
Somehow it didn't fit.
It didn't fit when she was poisoning Elizabeth, when she was hurting Courtney, when she was destroying everything in her path.
Not Faith.
Anything but Faith.
Justus.
His name fits him. He obeys the law, he plays by the rules. He's fair and honest. He's a good friend, a gentle lover, an amazing person that she isn't worthy of, even after everything.
But he chose her.
He chose to help her.
He chose to risk his career, his family, his life for her.
He has faith in her.
And suddenly, her name fits again.
She's wearing pink, she's smiling, laughing, kissing like she means it, loving like she never has before in her life.
Faith.
Somehow, now it fits.
It's Justus.
Sweet Justus.