PROMPT TWENTY-ONE: Lonely
The bump on her head was a painful reminder of the attraction she felt to her blonde counterpart.
Secret, never to be acted on attraction she reminded herself rubbing the lump.
She thought it was hard being away from the blonde, the whole time she was in prison she would remind herself that one day she would get to see her again. Now that she saw her everyday she almost wished for her two by four cell again where she had the allusion that maybe one day something could happen between the two of them. In that cell she could pretend that Buffy wasn't way out of league, that she wasn't into guys and that she was madly in love with her and that's why she was so angry about the sleeping with Riley and going to Angel thing.
The fact was it was harder being here, being near her and knowing that they would never be anything but friends. She used to be Little Miss get some get gone, but she couldn't face doing that anymore. She would rather be alone than with anybody that wasn't Buffy as sad as that was.
That was a lie.
She was so sick of being lonely it actually made her stomach churn.
Fleeting moments gave her hope, like the soft fingertips that were running over the lump, green eyes staring back intensely into brown. Almost as soon as they touched her they were gone as were the feelings of hope that made her heart soar. Her eyes had closed when those fingers first touched her skin and they had remained closed because she didn't want to face the fact that she was once again alone in her room. She couldn't stop the slow tears that trickled out from beneath closed eyelids and almost fell off the bed when those same soft fingers brushed her pain away.
"B," a single syllable that revealed so much.
"I know."