It came in a cream envelope, my name typed in neat letters and a little University of Sunnydale, California logo on the front. It was thick and filled with papers. I hid in my room when reading it and I answered straight away. I counted the days till I could leave and when I got there I counted the days since I had left
The middle was filled with blood red roses,
She gave them to me the night of the party. Perfect, blood red. She laid them on my pillow and I remember smiling. She kissed my forehead and told me she loved me. Passion took over. When the sun glittered through my window and she was gone, I found them on the floor. A couple of petals were bruised; others lay scattered at my feet and I felt the shadow.
Broken glass,
Fragments glittering in a weak summer sun. My thoughts fading, crossing, confusing. I felt her power and was drawn. I gave little Dawine up and I sent Buffy falling. I saw life and danced with death. I was broken madness.
When I was five I used to dream of another life, a life where I was beautiful and confident, my own fate controlled only by me. On my sixth birthday my mother died and all I dreamed of was having her back. The year I turned eighteen I dreamed of getting away from my father and my overbearing brother. When the letter came I dreamed about the life I was about to lead where I wasn't me but someone better. When I meet her I dreamed of forever in her arms. When she broke my heart I still dreamed of forever in her arms. And then he shot me and all dreams fled.
It started with a letter and ended with a gun.
Before the letter came my life had no meaning, after the gun fired I had no life.
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Disclaimer: Tis not me who these characters belong, ask Joss and Co. because they are theirs.
A/N For my Twinness who is the conditioner to my shampoo.