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(AN: Thanks to the people who reviewed this story. The original plot for this was pretty crappy so I re-thought it. Yay! I like it better now!

Read at your discretion because the following has some things that says that Faye is hurting herself. If you don't like to read that kind of things, then I would suggest for you to read something else. If you have no problem with it, then go ahead. ^-^ Have a nice day!)

Broken Souls and Torn Memories

Chapter Two:

False Pretense

*--- Faye's P.O.V. ---*

I think I stayed in my room for about hours. I really couldn't think of anything, rather than Julia's Face and Spike's happiness. I'm such a fool… I should have known that he wouldn't really get over her that easily, no matter how long she was gone from his view, she would always be with him.

She is like a roach. You might step on her and you think she's dead, but in reality it's just a show she puts on. She still alive, and always will be no matter what happens. Spike is like a love sick puppy. He goes running off after her, hoping that together they will live happily ever after…

That only happens in fairy tale. This, my friends, is no fairy tale; it's more like a never ending nightmare with a bitch who never dies.

I sighed and lay on my back now. I stare at the ceiling, with nothing in particular to see, just a dull worn out metallic ceiling; nothing special.

Spike wasn't going to come to the Bebop for (if my calculations were right…) another day or so. I was safe, or at least, I was safe from seeing him. I don't know how I'm going to react to him. He doesn't know anything about me seeing him with Julia; I guess he's just going to come here like everything is fine.

I can't stand solitude anymore. I need to get out, do something, and entertain my mind in something. Yes, the only thing to take my mind off of my problems is gambling. It's my haven.

I get up and start to get ready. I picked out some clothes that make me look wealthy, a rich upper class lady with style. I wanted myself to look scenic, important; something I wasn't in one man's life. If only the people at the Casino really knew…

Once I finally picked out my clothes, I went to take a bath to wash out all of the sadness and hurt I felt. Funny, the last thing I would have expected was that the bathroom would be the last place to get hurt. Well, I didn't get hurt intentionally, it was just an accident. Don't you just hate it when you're shaving and you cut yourself? Yes, well it did hurt, but not for long.

Then it hit me. This was my way out of misery. Yeah, it did hurt somewhat, but it made my problems go away. I looked at it, the razor. It seemed to be calling out to me, to do it again. I looked down at my leg where the small amounts of blood seemed to flow freely from my body. Looking at it made me feel… good…

I shook off the urge to do it. I've heard of people who like to hurt themselves. I would have never thought I would one day I would become one of those people.

*--- Spike's P.O.V. ---*

I lied to Faye, and she saw me. Well, I didn't know how much she saw, but I saw her leave. The emotion on her face said it all: Betrayal, Heartbreak, Lies, Sadness, and Angry… I could go on, and those words would repeat themselves all over again.

I couldn't help it. I was so happy in seeing Julia again that I completely forgot that I was with Faye. In seeing Julia again I felt complete, but with Faye I felt like that too. It's like she completed me when Julia wasn't around to do it.

Great, now I'm saying that Faye is just Julia's replacement. It's not like that. There was even times where Faye made me feel something I've never felt with Julia. This is just too complicated. Now I don't know what to do. I love Faye but I also love Julia.

As I walk along the streets I get lost in my thoughts. Julia is walking beside me, as if nothings wrong. I wish I felt like that.

"What's wrong?" Julia asks. Her arm is wrapped around mine and she has her head on my shoulder. I shouldn't be wit her, I say to myself. I wish there was an easier solution to this…

"Nothing" I reply back. Lying to Julia doesn't make me feel any better than if I lie to Faye. I once again I get lost in my thoughts about Faye. I hurt her. She would never forgive me. I wouldn't blame her. I want to go back to the Bebop, to tell her everything is going to be the way it was before; but something is holding me back. Julia always has this effect on me.

I feel Julia stop. I turn around to see what it is, and she just stares at me. She then asks me one of the hardest things I would have to answer, "Do you love me?"

*--- Jet's P.O.V. ---*

I saw Faye leave. She tried to hide the sadness that always crept on her face by using makeup. Not a lot of it, but enough to shield out the noticeable spots.

I guess she was going somewhere fancy, since she was dressed up. I would have thought that she would be in bed, crying her eyes out, but once again Faye has proved me wrong. That's always like Faye, being so unpredictable.

I just hope she'll be fine. The feeling of Déjà vu came to me since moments before I told her "be careful". I just really hope she listens to me for once.

(AN: Thanks to everyone who reviewed. Sorry if I made this so short again… -_-* It's not my intention, in my head its this long thing, and then when I write it,  it just gets shorter @_@. *sigh* Sorry!

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