Why I Have My Grandma's Sad Eyes


'Cause this time
I didn't see it coming
Couldn't stop the running words
Out your mouth
They're leaving me crushed
Sound louder than bombs
Hit harder than Mack trucks

- Kill Hannah


"None of your fucking business," she spits. Her voice cuts cleanly into the wall of his throat as though she's drawing a pane of shattered glass across it. But there's no mercy in the action. A full spectrum of transient emotions passes through the crisp absinthe-green of her eyes.

An 'oh' almost makes it past his lips but his voice hitches in his throat. The sharpened arch of her eyebrow frames the cat-like geometrics of her eye. She turns away, returning her attention to the book she's holding in her hands – the simple movement, the smooth execution of it, works as effectively as slamming door in his face.

A Visitation of Sunlight, Spike whispers to himself.

Walking away, he looks over his shoulder, catches sight of her face between parted pages. Her eyes well and she bites pitilessly into the engorged cushion of her lip. Suddenly Faye is that girl again. The girl he'd wanted to comfort moments earlier.

He'd only wanted to know why she looked so sad.