Title: Leaving the Light On
Author: PNS
Summary: One night a dark haired young man visits a young woman to take her away. But it's not who you think. Semi spoiler hints for Angel.
Innocent, I was innocent once. I was blind to the world, and I walked in the darkness, never really knowing, because I was blind. I always assumed the sun shone down on me. Someone might have told me, but why, if I was happy, and it didn't matter?
I can hear him coming up to my window. He scrapes against the exterior as he climbs. He comes in the window and looks at me. He's disheveled and a little dirty. I smile at him. He's come from the darkness into the light to greet me.
"Hey," he says in a soft tone.
"Hey," I echo back. I feel like a child when I talk to him. He does that to a person. "There is such a thing as a door." I always say that, but he always uses the window.
This reminds me of so many other times he's come through the window. The room hasn't changed so much over the last few years, maybe a little more mature looking. But we've changed, more on the inside than the outside.
His dark eyes look around the room, past me for a moment, then at me again. Memories lived around us, like children, getting older. He sat down on the edge of the bed, so I followed suit.
"I guess this is the hard part, what to do, when I'm finally inside." He said in a low voice.
"Of course you probably rehearsed what you would say, in your head."
"So you still know me?" He looked at me sideways, his head cocked.
"I've always known you." I said rolling my eyes. He looked like his dad, I think as I look at him. Weird, that I'm saying this. But our lives are weird. I've always known him since we met but we barely see each other. Again, I feel like I'm a kid around him. Maybe it was because he grew up too quickly, and I mean it. the blink of an eye, and not your parents eyes.
His hand reaches over and takes mine. His hands are always cool,but not clammy. It's like he just stepped inside from being out in the cold. But what kind of cold do you find in southern California?
"Are you ready to come with me?" He asks. He asked me that before. the first time we met, in all the chaos, and I had been tempted to run with him then, but I had stayed. He asked again the second time we met, but she needed me still, but now she's gone. And I guess I was up here waiting for him.
"I'm ready." I say, squeezing his hand, as if cementing the deal. It feels right this time. Neither of us, we were not meant to stay here, there's some higher power working on us, and we both know it. I look in the mirror and his image ripples. I've gotten used to that now. Heck, mine does it from time to time too. It just reassures me that going with him is right.
The moon is out right now. It looks so close, hanging low over the treeline. Not full yet, but on its way. He drops down to the ground and puts his hand up for me. I jump down without his help. He's got the car with him. Sleek and black, I run my hands over the door and then hop in. He gets in on the other side. He waits to start the car while I look back, the convertible giving me a nice view of the darkened house. The only light on is the one I left on in my window.
"Goodbye past." I say, looking down the street. "The real parts were good, I guess." There, I made my peace. I turn around and he starts the car. To places beyond I guess. I'm not picky.
"It's easier when you don't have one isn't it?" We share something, him and I.
"Yeah," I say sadly, "easier." He picks up speed along the highway and I shut my eyes, the darkness closing in around me. But it's not dark, not where we are going.
Author: PNS
Summary: One night a dark haired young man visits a young woman to take her away. But it's not who you think. Semi spoiler hints for Angel.
Innocent, I was innocent once. I was blind to the world, and I walked in the darkness, never really knowing, because I was blind. I always assumed the sun shone down on me. Someone might have told me, but why, if I was happy, and it didn't matter?
I can hear him coming up to my window. He scrapes against the exterior as he climbs. He comes in the window and looks at me. He's disheveled and a little dirty. I smile at him. He's come from the darkness into the light to greet me.
"Hey," he says in a soft tone.
"Hey," I echo back. I feel like a child when I talk to him. He does that to a person. "There is such a thing as a door." I always say that, but he always uses the window.
This reminds me of so many other times he's come through the window. The room hasn't changed so much over the last few years, maybe a little more mature looking. But we've changed, more on the inside than the outside.
His dark eyes look around the room, past me for a moment, then at me again. Memories lived around us, like children, getting older. He sat down on the edge of the bed, so I followed suit.
"I guess this is the hard part, what to do, when I'm finally inside." He said in a low voice.
"Of course you probably rehearsed what you would say, in your head."
"So you still know me?" He looked at me sideways, his head cocked.
"I've always known you." I said rolling my eyes. He looked like his dad, I think as I look at him. Weird, that I'm saying this. But our lives are weird. I've always known him since we met but we barely see each other. Again, I feel like I'm a kid around him. Maybe it was because he grew up too quickly, and I mean it. the blink of an eye, and not your parents eyes.
His hand reaches over and takes mine. His hands are always cool,but not clammy. It's like he just stepped inside from being out in the cold. But what kind of cold do you find in southern California?
"Are you ready to come with me?" He asks. He asked me that before. the first time we met, in all the chaos, and I had been tempted to run with him then, but I had stayed. He asked again the second time we met, but she needed me still, but now she's gone. And I guess I was up here waiting for him.
"I'm ready." I say, squeezing his hand, as if cementing the deal. It feels right this time. Neither of us, we were not meant to stay here, there's some higher power working on us, and we both know it. I look in the mirror and his image ripples. I've gotten used to that now. Heck, mine does it from time to time too. It just reassures me that going with him is right.
The moon is out right now. It looks so close, hanging low over the treeline. Not full yet, but on its way. He drops down to the ground and puts his hand up for me. I jump down without his help. He's got the car with him. Sleek and black, I run my hands over the door and then hop in. He gets in on the other side. He waits to start the car while I look back, the convertible giving me a nice view of the darkened house. The only light on is the one I left on in my window.
"Goodbye past." I say, looking down the street. "The real parts were good, I guess." There, I made my peace. I turn around and he starts the car. To places beyond I guess. I'm not picky.
"It's easier when you don't have one isn't it?" We share something, him and I.
"Yeah," I say sadly, "easier." He picks up speed along the highway and I shut my eyes, the darkness closing in around me. But it's not dark, not where we are going.