I cry in agony as I hear your jets start up. The Swordfish,
your precious ship, leaving the bay. You're going to get yourelf
killed, Spike, killed for that dead blonde, killed for your past. It
makes no sense--why would you?
And what was so great about her? Julia? I feel a hot tear
drip down my nose and a sob shakes my body. She was gorgeous, but men
line up for me all the time, don't you see? Yet the one I truly long
for only stands in her line; he will never stand in mine. Dammit,
Spike, she's dead! Dead, dead dead! Can't you see that?! Why can't you
just move on to me? Don't you see how I love you? Yes, I love you. I
can love you better than she could. I would love you forever and never
get shot dead, break your heart in two like that.
Earlier, you brought to my attention your two different eyes.
Such a gorgeous amber eye. The other one, I can't believe I never
noticed it. (though of course, you had so many other gorgeous features...)
Though only run by gears and wires, it was so filled with pain,
anguish, hurt. You said you see the past through that eye. It makes
sense for it to be pained, for I know how painful a past can be. I know
mine now. It's something we have in common--we have such confused, bad,
pained pasts. We could get along so well, so easily. Why must you leave
me?
I fall back against the wall, my cries of agony and grief
shivering through my whole body. My hand involuntarily twitches as my
sweet memories of your smirking face come flooding back through the
gates of my mind. You were so perfect--so perfect for me--and now you're
going to be nothing more than another lifeless body lying on the street.
Tears bloody my face, caress my cheek, and even reach my arms. I breathe
heavily through my mouth, no longer recieving air any other way. I make
out the image of one of the shells from a bullet I fired earlier. When
you left me. Angrily, I kick it with all my strength and it ricochets
off the far wall. It klinks as it impacts, and rolls once it reaches the
floor again. i stare blankly at the other 4. I can almost feel a gear
in my head turn. 5 little shells sitting on the floor. The cool metal
in my hand, my baby, my Glock, had fired 5 shots this night. 5.
My gun holds six.
"What on earth is that ruccus? Faye, what are you doing?" I
hear Jet called. Shut up, bastard. As if you care. I block him out. I'm
not listening anymore. I click my gun from half-cock. Slowly, I raise
the barrel to my head.
From the corner of my soaked eyes, I see a blurry image of Jet
turn the corner. His eyes widen as he sees me. "No! Faye!!"
I see you in my mind. "Ai shiteru..." I whisper.
Bang.
your precious ship, leaving the bay. You're going to get yourelf
killed, Spike, killed for that dead blonde, killed for your past. It
makes no sense--why would you?
And what was so great about her? Julia? I feel a hot tear
drip down my nose and a sob shakes my body. She was gorgeous, but men
line up for me all the time, don't you see? Yet the one I truly long
for only stands in her line; he will never stand in mine. Dammit,
Spike, she's dead! Dead, dead dead! Can't you see that?! Why can't you
just move on to me? Don't you see how I love you? Yes, I love you. I
can love you better than she could. I would love you forever and never
get shot dead, break your heart in two like that.
Earlier, you brought to my attention your two different eyes.
Such a gorgeous amber eye. The other one, I can't believe I never
noticed it. (though of course, you had so many other gorgeous features...)
Though only run by gears and wires, it was so filled with pain,
anguish, hurt. You said you see the past through that eye. It makes
sense for it to be pained, for I know how painful a past can be. I know
mine now. It's something we have in common--we have such confused, bad,
pained pasts. We could get along so well, so easily. Why must you leave
me?
I fall back against the wall, my cries of agony and grief
shivering through my whole body. My hand involuntarily twitches as my
sweet memories of your smirking face come flooding back through the
gates of my mind. You were so perfect--so perfect for me--and now you're
going to be nothing more than another lifeless body lying on the street.
Tears bloody my face, caress my cheek, and even reach my arms. I breathe
heavily through my mouth, no longer recieving air any other way. I make
out the image of one of the shells from a bullet I fired earlier. When
you left me. Angrily, I kick it with all my strength and it ricochets
off the far wall. It klinks as it impacts, and rolls once it reaches the
floor again. i stare blankly at the other 4. I can almost feel a gear
in my head turn. 5 little shells sitting on the floor. The cool metal
in my hand, my baby, my Glock, had fired 5 shots this night. 5.
My gun holds six.
"What on earth is that ruccus? Faye, what are you doing?" I
hear Jet called. Shut up, bastard. As if you care. I block him out. I'm
not listening anymore. I click my gun from half-cock. Slowly, I raise
the barrel to my head.
From the corner of my soaked eyes, I see a blurry image of Jet
turn the corner. His eyes widen as he sees me. "No! Faye!!"
I see you in my mind. "Ai shiteru..." I whisper.
Bang.