"Spike?"
He focused with trouble. This was different from the other voices. He eyes traveled up to that beautiful face. All this time, all these warring emotions, and she still took his breath away – figuratively. But around her, he sometimes felt the need to breathe, though it'd been decades since he actually had. She was talking, but he had trouble comprehending. She wanted to know something.
He had done wrong, he knew that. He had hurt people. He had hurt her. He needed her. Past that, all was whirling madness.
Then she was leaving, she couldn't leave, they would come back for him…
"Don't leave me," he pleaded. She was the only one who could drive them away, make it safe and quiet again…
She left.
He moaned in despair as they rushed in again, taking their turns to prod him, taunt him, persuade him, anything to keep him from any sort of peace. They would never leave him, leave him alone, leave him…
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