Buffy sat bolt upright in bed. No. No. No. This was why she didn't
sleep. When she slept, she dreamt; and when she dreamt, she dreamt of
Spike.
Buffy got up and began pacing about her room. Damn Freud, he had ruined dreams for everyone. Window into the unconscious. Couldn't they just mean nothing?! She knew better than that. Her dreams had always meant something. The black coat caught her eye. A book could be written on that subject in and of itself. Spike was the last person she wanted to think about, and yet she had been running around in his coat every since he'd left. Nothing wrong with that.
She went over and picked up the coat. It had belonged to a former Slayer, so in a way it was rightfully hers. That was a lie and she knew it. No sense in trying to justify things. The coat was Spike's. That was why she kept it. That was why she wore it.
If she could find him, she could resolve things once and for all.
Buffy noticed a piece of paper sitting on her dresser, much like the one that she had found in the coat pocket earlier. She went over and opened it. Another poem.
you run but you cannot hide
from secrets buried deep inside
your mind impenetrable
seek solace in shadows sable
from prying queries
that you can never appease
There was no longer any doubt in her mind.
"Ask and ye shall receive," she smirked as she threw on the coat. Buffy was done running.
Buffy got up and began pacing about her room. Damn Freud, he had ruined dreams for everyone. Window into the unconscious. Couldn't they just mean nothing?! She knew better than that. Her dreams had always meant something. The black coat caught her eye. A book could be written on that subject in and of itself. Spike was the last person she wanted to think about, and yet she had been running around in his coat every since he'd left. Nothing wrong with that.
She went over and picked up the coat. It had belonged to a former Slayer, so in a way it was rightfully hers. That was a lie and she knew it. No sense in trying to justify things. The coat was Spike's. That was why she kept it. That was why she wore it.
If she could find him, she could resolve things once and for all.
Buffy noticed a piece of paper sitting on her dresser, much like the one that she had found in the coat pocket earlier. She went over and opened it. Another poem.
you run but you cannot hide
from secrets buried deep inside
your mind impenetrable
seek solace in shadows sable
from prying queries
that you can never appease
There was no longer any doubt in her mind.
"Ask and ye shall receive," she smirked as she threw on the coat. Buffy was done running.
