Title: Intricate: Faith's Story
Author: Felidae Silvestris
Chapter: Prologue
Author's Note: Okay so, I've decided to go through my fanfiction and check for errors and whatnot. I'm currently re-working this story by pulling it completely into two different parts. Bear with me please.
Why is it that even when we pause to smell the roses, we never really pause at all? Sure, we stop moving and all that, but we never really pause. We keep thinking of other things, not just those pesky little roses. Who really likes roses anyhow? You try to pluck one off the bush and the thorns get you. Are roses really worth that risk? What happens if, one day, you stumble upon a hedge comprised completely of rose bushes? You have to get to the other side and this hedge is bordered but really tall concrete or metal walls. You have nothing with which to cut down the roses and you find you have to climb over them. Do you just sit and wait for someone to come help you destroy the roses or do you climb over the hedge?
Personally, I'd climb over them. I mean, what's a few bleeding cuts to what could be a very, very long wait. I've had worse. I've caused worse. And the funny thing is, I would do it again. I'd do it all again with one tiny difference.
I wouldn't let go of Buffy's hand.