The name is.. Faye Valentine. I don't remember if it's my real name, in
fact I only recently started remembering my past at all. You see, I was in
this accident and ended up being frozen for a while, and when the
reawakened me, I couldn't remember a thing. So I guess you could say I'm
like Snow White, only without the handsome prince with the magical kiss,
the dwarves, and the memories. So I guess I'm not like Snow White at all,
but it's nice to think that way sometimes.
I guess in a way you could say I did meet my prince. Just not in the way you would normally meet him. As we are currently out of fuel and floating freely in space, I have nothing better to do then to write down my sad story. Even though he's gone.oh what does it matter. If it keeps me from getting cabin fever then I might as well do it. Besides, right now I'd do anything to keep away Jet. We are still dealing with Spike's death in our own way. Jet is attending to his trees. Sometimes I hear him moving around, sometimes mumbling to himself about how Spike could just leave us like that. Poor Jet, but poor me too. I mean..You know I've never been good about letting out these feelings. So, how am I dealing with his death. Well, I'm writing to you. It might just be therapeutic for me to get everything out in the open, and just basically start over.
Start over by remembering the past? Is that right? The past just repeats itself though right? So maybe, I don't know. Let me just tell you my story and you can decide. Things are changing around here. I'm changing, I'm just wondering if it's for the better. You tell me.
I guess in a way you could say I did meet my prince. Just not in the way you would normally meet him. As we are currently out of fuel and floating freely in space, I have nothing better to do then to write down my sad story. Even though he's gone.oh what does it matter. If it keeps me from getting cabin fever then I might as well do it. Besides, right now I'd do anything to keep away Jet. We are still dealing with Spike's death in our own way. Jet is attending to his trees. Sometimes I hear him moving around, sometimes mumbling to himself about how Spike could just leave us like that. Poor Jet, but poor me too. I mean..You know I've never been good about letting out these feelings. So, how am I dealing with his death. Well, I'm writing to you. It might just be therapeutic for me to get everything out in the open, and just basically start over.
Start over by remembering the past? Is that right? The past just repeats itself though right? So maybe, I don't know. Let me just tell you my story and you can decide. Things are changing around here. I'm changing, I'm just wondering if it's for the better. You tell me.