Note: This is a solitary effort on NocturneWytche's part and for lack of making her own name...she's using the name she shares with her sister! :) The idea came to me after hearing the song and well the rest is history!!
Summary: Buffy remembers love S/B Please Review!!
Dedications: To my sister Celeste, who has no idea about this lil snippet
yet, fogive me for using our name alone! LOL And I hope you enjoy it!
She Remembers Love
The room was quiet and filled with sunshine. The sun illuminated
the tiled walls, bouncing off the mirrors and picture frames in the room.
Outside the windows were meadows of green grass and flowers. It was
a pretty setting, that one could really appreciate.
Especially when you woke up each morning not remembering where
you were.
Once the hysterics of being alone and scared were eased with
medication, her mind seemed to clear. Then she'd look outside these
windows and discover the scenery again, each time, as if it was the first
time.
The quiet sometimes got to her, so the people would put the
radio on. She wouldn't hear it at times. Yet, when the quiet
got to be too much, she'd listen. There were times she sit, listen
and reflect, remembering the days of long ago. But, it got foggier
each day. It was hard to tell the fact from the fiction of her life.
It was nerve wracking and pain staking, but soon she'd forget that too.
She wasn't always alone. She wasn't always alone appreciating
the beautiful scenery outside her windows. No, sometimes she has visitors.
It was hard to remember who they were. Once they left, it was like
a cloud washed over her and all memories of her visitors were vanished.
She recalled a certain time, there was this young girl, petite
and trim. Blonde hair and bright, soulful blue eyes. When she
looked at her, she couldn't remember a name, but yet, she knew her.
She honestly did.
When her grandkids comes to visit her
Sometimes she forgets their names
Her memory is selective now
Small details just fade away
She looks out the windows with a vacant stare
She can't remember what she's doing there
The young girl always smiled at her, and always showed love for
her. There were times she didn't remember the young girl and it scared
her when she saw her. But, there was a soothing calm to the young
girl's voice. It always made her sit and try to remember.
She suddenly recalled a little boy as well. A little boy
with eyes of tawny and hair of spun gold. He was younger than the
girl and he always seemed frightened of her. Perhaps, he didn't understand
her forgetfulness.
She moved her chair to the window, seeming to forget her train
of thought.
Children. Grandchildren. Yes...
Oh, how she loved to tell them stories sometimes. Of her
and grandpa and of the life they led. About their friends and the
special gifts they had. Sometimes the grandchildren stared at her
with disbelief, and these were the times she wondered if it were all real
or not.
The sunlight beamed brightly on her face and the old lady smiled.
She felt warm from the heat of the sun. The wind blew the flowers
gracefully, and she sighed. Her heart pleaded to remember the past.
A face so pale and white, it was like fine art. A pair
of eyes so blue, it made the ocean jealous. Wild, white blonde hair,
and dark leather... these things she never seemed to have forgotten.
No matter how scared she was each morning, no matter how many time she'd
forgotten her own name or her grandchildren... the one thing she could
not forget was love.
But she remembers love
The blue in his eyes
Hot summer nights
It's like she's memorized his every touch
And how he swept her heart away
Like it was yesterday
She remembers love
She shifted her old bones in the chair and smiled. He was her truest, most wonderful love. Yes. He'd love her for a thousand lifetimes worth, as she would him. No matter what happened, it seemed there would always be love between them.
On her dresser there's a special box
Where she keeps a fade flower
From a wild field where they made love
And woke each other's first desire
The passion never died for sixty years
And since she's lost him, some things haven't been so clear
Her mind fuzzed, thinking back on 60 years of bliss.
A small wooden box, sat in her lap. Her shaky, wrinkled hands forced
it open. Inside was a withered old flower.
Ah, yes... how they danced in the moonlight, made passionate
love in the fields of wildflowers... They devoted their lives to
each other with their best friends as their witnesses, under a blanket
of stars.
She remembered the pain of baring children they never dreamnt
of having. Her hand went to her stomach instinctively. She
chuckled, with a cough, remembering how her bestest friend had pulled off
the spell. A spell that gave their love children and grandchildren.
Oh, but was it true? Or fiction? Oh no... she was sure..for
she remembered love.
But she remembers love
The blue in his eyes
Hot summer nights
It's like she's memorized his every touch
And how he swept her heart away
Like it was yesterday
She remembers love
The sun darted into some clouds, creating a shadow of darkness
on her.
She looked out into the darkness, feeling no cold.
He'd left first, and it was never supposed to happen.
He was supposed to be here, loving her still. She knew he would if
he could... The darkness took him down and he was gone after 60 years
of happiness. He was to watch over their great grandchildren, but
instead he'd do it from above. A sinner's life usually sent someone
far from heaven, but she believed he'd done so much good with his time
being her husband, that he was granted access.
She took a shuttering breath, closing her eyes.
No one visited today.
She couldn't remember why.
Nor could she remember what the sun felt like. It was
black inside. When she opened her eyes, she gasped, frightened.
Where was she?
Who was she?
Now she comes and goes
And doesn't always know
What day it is, what year it is
Or who somebody was, but...
With a steadying breath, a piece of fog lifted and she recalled.
She was Buffy Summers. But, she remembered no more than that about
herself.
She looked to the outside, as if seeing it for the first time.
After a few minutes she smiled again. The sun was back.
It brought peace to her heart, and she once again thought of those piercing
eyes, that timeless smile. He'd always been so beautiful, sculpted
like fine art. She recalled the heated nights of passion, their romance
hidden and just begun. She remembered when he'd taken her heart and
locked away for all time. She thought back on the times they argued
and bickered till they were so heated, they went straight to bed.
She closed her eyes and could see his face. Her lover, her friend...her
partner. Oh Spike... oh how she loved him. His eyes would make
the bluest skies envious, oh yes... His hair the whitest blonde,
his pale skin the work of great art. He was so beautiful. He
was everything that was left in her broken mind. She remembered his
love.
But she remembers love
The blue in his eyes
Hot summer nights
It's like she's memorized his every touch
And how he swept her heart away
Like it was yesterday
She remembers love
She closed her eyes, wanting to feel his touch, as she remembered.
It was always cool; but heart warming; always cool, but loving; always
cool, but satisfying. There was light in her eyes, and she felt the
fog in her mind clearing. She felt herself walking away from it.
With every step, she grew closer to warmth, and further from the clouded
memories.
Along the path, her treasured, lost memories appeared to her
as if on screen. There was her mother, her sister... then her watcher,
her friends, their lovers...there was a dark, brooding man, who was back
in the fog...he looked like an angel...and then.. there... was Spike...
He grinned brightly at her.
She smiled in return. He was so beautiful in the light.
His arms were outstretched to her, waiting. He looked just as she
remembered him. Just as she remembered their love.
He took in the sight of her ageless beauty. Her golden
spun hair, her tawny eyes so full of love, her slim, petite frame...
How he had missed her.
She reached his hand, and it wasn't cold as she expected it
to be, but warm and filled with life.
"Welcome home Buffy..." he smiled, pulling her into his grasp.
He kissed her.
And she remembered his love.
She remembers love
END