A/N I don't own Cowboy Bebop.
In Faye's POV
My memories are like embers in the night; one short flicker of life and they fade into the darkness. These embers I chase relentlessly because I want to know who I am. I often wonder if I chose the life I would have if I was myself. Even my name might just be as false as the life I'm leading. I wish that I could find myself floating though this vast blackness. No matter how much I've changed from what I used to be, good or bad, knowing and regretting it is so much easier than not knowing and wondering. I have no family, few friends and no life and I'm not content with it. Yet as I've learned lives are also like embers, some can be bright and some can be dim but in the end they all burn out before long. As I watch my life pass by I desperately grasp at that flickering ember of my memories to finally know who I am.
Please R/R
In Faye's POV
My memories are like embers in the night; one short flicker of life and they fade into the darkness. These embers I chase relentlessly because I want to know who I am. I often wonder if I chose the life I would have if I was myself. Even my name might just be as false as the life I'm leading. I wish that I could find myself floating though this vast blackness. No matter how much I've changed from what I used to be, good or bad, knowing and regretting it is so much easier than not knowing and wondering. I have no family, few friends and no life and I'm not content with it. Yet as I've learned lives are also like embers, some can be bright and some can be dim but in the end they all burn out before long. As I watch my life pass by I desperately grasp at that flickering ember of my memories to finally know who I am.
Please R/R