Title: Lost at Sea

Rating: R for language

Spoilers: random

Summery: The state of affairs for Cordelia and Wesley

Author's Notes: A little thought that I might develop later…

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We were the cast-offs.

The losers.

The debris that was swept away from under the bed.

We got in the way.

We fumbled.

We tripped everyone else up.

We were thrown off the island.

We couldn't cut it.

So we left, tails between our legs, and wounded pride.

We convinced ourselves it was because we were too good for them.

We didn't need them.

We wanted to leave.

We lied to ourselves, and they forgot about us.

We weren't in the way anymore.

We weren't there to get kidnapped, to get hurt, and to fuck things up again.

We were out of their hair, two less variables to worry about.

And we struggled.

No one was there to save us.

No one was there to tell us what we were doing wrong

No one was there to poke fun at our mishaps.

No one was there to laugh at us.

And we floundered.

No one cared:

            Enough to laugh at us.

            Enough to get angry.

            Enough to scream at us.

No one cared, and no one missed us.

Until…

…We came together.

We forced ourselves on each other, and we changed each other in the process:

Became more responsible.

Became more modest.

            Became more understanding.

But we can't ever go back.

To them we are still cast-offs:

            Misunderstood

            Unwanted

            Debris.

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