You are the last drink I never should have drunk

You are the body hidden in the trunk

You are the habit I can't seem to kick

You are my secrets on the front page every week

You are the car I never should have bought

You are the dream I never should have caught

You are the cut that makes me hide my face

You are the party that makes me feel my age

Like a car crash I can see but I just can't avoid
Like a plane I've been told I never should board

Like a film that's so bad but I've got to stay till the end

Let me tell you now: it's lucky for you that we're friends.





This would have been the time to fly. To get into the Swordfish and jet off into nowhere near here. But Spike still hadn't any idea where the hell his ship had gone to. He hadn't seen it since his last stand with Vicious. He was too preoccupied with other things. He was still getting over her death.



He had to stop saying that. He wasn't going to get over her death anytime soon. He stood in the hangar, still somewhat disoriented by the massive empty space where his ship should have been. He ran a hand through his tangled hair. He grazed his lower lip with the very tips of his fingers and crouched down near the ground.



Christ.



He couldn't pretend this wasn't happening to him. Something was drawing him to her. And he wasn't certain if that thing was inside himself or inside of her. And so many other questions needed to be answered and he just didn't have the head on him to do that. He rested his throbbing skull in his hands and felt as though he could fall asleep right here in the hangar. His eyelids felt heavy. He could taste the faintest hint of blood in his mouth where his teeth had collided with his lip during the kiss.



I could fucking murder her.



This was the only way he could rationalize his actions: she was a temptress who lured him into her web. But nothing had changed about her. She was still Faye. Cigar smoking, liquor sponging, compulsive gambler Faye. Something about himself must be the thing that's changed. Maybe the doctors fucked up his head, scrambled his brain, pumped the blood of some stranger into his veins.



Some guy who was attracted to women like Faye.





***I don't own Cowboy Bebop and I certainly don't own the lyrics to Pulp's 'Like a Friend'......