Don't Own Cowboy Bebop
=Olden Days=
"Why can't things go back to the way they use to be?"
Faye Valentine sat on a bar stool in the dimly lit bar. She took another sip from her drink and set it down.
The man who sat next to her, nodded.
"I mean, it use to be happier times before, you know?"
"Yea."
Faye stared into her drink. The brown liquor lapped against the glass. She sighed; the hiss of air was audible in the quiet bar.
"Like in the olden days, when we were young. We'd imagine ourselves as pirates or whatever."
She took another sip. She wasn't drunk yet, although she wanted to be.
"I remember my friends and I would take up sticks and pretend we were sword fighters…or that other time when we played in the jungle gym…"
When had her memory come back…? She took another sip. Before the bastard left me… He had noticed it too. She had known. Right when she came out of that shower that one day, he had known something was different. Now, he was gone.
Damn it!!! I can't even think straight!
"Do you know what I mean?" Faye continued.
She tried to take another sip, but realized her glass was empty. It was enough. She promised Jet she'd be back before midnight. It was only… she squinted at the dilapidated clock behind the counter…1:45 a.m.
"Crap, I've gotta go." Faye stumbled out of her chair and glanced up. "I'm suppose to be
somewhe--"
She lost her voice when her eyes met those cold dead eyes…
The cold dead eyes…
…of Vicious.
=End Chapter=
