Her voice died down, although younger it still had that undertone that made her voice recognizable. The screen turned blue and her tears kept flowing. Silence.
That was her. Years younger. A girl. A girl with her friends dressed in school uniforms. Laughing.
Her past teased her. Never giving her any real information. This time the teasing was too much. She was a kid, a normal kid. She had friends, she used a school uniform, she was a cheerleader, she looked happy and back then she still blushed out of embarrassment. What had happened?
Silence stretched to unbelievable loneliness and suddenly she couldn't stay in the ship anymore. Couldn't look at the three people she almost called family.
She did what she always did when her past came at her: cry, get even more depressed and run.
Her feet moved as fast as she had ever heard them to the door that lead to the hangar. She ignored everyone. She needed to run, cry... Scream.
She threw herself at the Redtail and left the Bebop stopping only after two hours of flying and turning the ship off. Her head leaned against the headrest, tears like she had never cried before cascading down her face. Her throat, confused over the blockage that her tears created and her need to scream, released a sound that no one had been capable of naming yet. Her hands incapable of staying at her sides lashed at the MONO pod's glass.
They did nothing to stop her. What could they have done?
"Spike. I don't think she'll come back this time."
He remained silent. It had only been a day. She would come back.
But a day turned to two, three and then seven, not even a call, and he started to have his doubts.
On the eighth day she arrived.
"Faye-Faye is back!"
Both men stopped their activities and made haste for the living-room trying to keep a nonchalant appearance. Jet was failing miserably.
She opened the door and noticing everyone was in the living-room, siting on the couches, felt the urge to turn back.
"No "Welcome home" party?"
Although it was said with a smile, a fake one, Jet seemed happy just to have her back. He got up and left the room.
"Faye-Faye took too long." Ed said with a pout and turned to Tomato again.
Spike continued to lay on the couch as if he had been there for hours.
She made her way to her bedroom and Spike heard the door close.
He got up from the couch and made his way to the corridor where all bedrooms were located.
He sat at the stairs at the end of the corridor. Smocking. Listening to her cries, sobs and screams, all muffled, as they echoed through the corridor.