Disclaimer: No, I don't own Cowboy Bebop, but I wouldn't mind owning Spike
-_-'.
* Alrighty this another song ficcy thingy. I love writing these ^^, lol. This chapter is mostly about Faye's past, and the song I chose I think fits perfectly. These lyrics are definitely not mine, but Christina Aguilera's. Enjoy!*
[ And, another note, I know that Faye remembers her past in the show, but this story is a little different than the show. I just wanted to mix Spike and Faye's past with their relationship.]
Unwanted: A Cowboy Bebop Fanfic
By: Katie S.
Rated: Pg-13
Category: Romance/ Drama
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Chapter 9: Lost Love
~
Young girl don't cry
I'll be right here when your world starts to fall
Young girl it's all right
Your tears will dry you'll soon be free to fly
~
She watched closely, intently, as if all the answers would suddendly jump out of no where. But to no such luck, she knew it would never work that way. Yet she still continued to search, her emerald eyes never leaving that damned screen. It was about the millionth, no, trillionth time she had seen that tape of her only remnants of her faded past. She knew every line, every scene that played, yet she still sought for more.
~
When you're safe inside your room you tend to dream
Of a place where nothing's harder than it seems
No one ever wants to bother to explain
Of the heartache life can bring and what it means
~
She knew her past was some where out there, calling to her, praying for her return. But she still had not the faintest image of where to attain it. But why did she search so closely? She was home again, at the Bebop, with Spike, Jet, Ed, and even Ein. It's not like when she finds her past it will do anything for her. It has already failed her. Maybe she just feels that there is a big piece of her missing. A piece that she longs to obtain to feel complete and genuine. Maybe she feels she's just a mirage in this hated world without those warm feelings of childhood. But what if her past wasn't so warm and welcoming. Won't it just bring her more pain? Or maybe it will finally make her see that there's nothing better than the present dream she's currently living.
~
When there's no one else, look inside yourself
Like your oldest friend just trust the voice within
Then you'll find the strength that will guide your way
You'll learn to bring trust to the voice within.
~
Faye taughtly pulled herself into a ball, never keeping her eyes off the screen. She searched closely, even more intently than before, her emerald eyes flashing with anger. Yes. She was angry. Angry at her past. Angry at her present. And angry at her useless future. It was obvious. She was to become nothing. She might as well of died that day along with her baby. Spike had finally shown concern to her that day, but it wasn't the love she wished for, at least not in her eyes. He would always love Julia, no matter what. Even if she killed him. He would love her with all his heart. How could such a woman have control over such a man as Spike? He was so determined and headstrong, like he never felt any type of fear. But when it comes to her, he's nothing but a gullible soul, pleading for mercy. Yes, mercy. Spike Spiegal, pleading for mercy.
~
Young girl don't hide
You'll never change if you just run away
Young girl hold tight
Soon you're gonna see your brighter day
~
She shut her eyes tightly, gritting her teeth grievously. She was tired of it. She was sick and tired of seeing that stupid tape. She no longer wanted to search anymore. She wanted to forgret every line to that damned tape. She gripped the sheets around her tightly, her breath quickening with bitterness. But she couldn't help it anymore. She could feel the tears staining her cheeks. She could hear her sobs piercing through the dead silence of her lonely room. But why was this such a hard task? All she wanted to do was forget, but it seemed even harder than remembering. How funny... Its even harder to foret something that was never there than remember it. Maybe that's why her heart screamed with pain and agony. But she knew she had to do something. She wanted to run so badly, but she knew she couldn't. She finally realized that running did nothing but delay the problem to greater extents, rather than diminish it. But then again maybe she should run away, for that is the only thing she knows how to do.
~
Now in a world where innocence is quickly claimed
Its so hard to stand your ground when you're so afraid
No one reaches out a hand for you to hold
When you look outside look inside to your soul
~
That was finally it. She couldn't take it anymore. She tightened her fists, quickly thrusting them into the screen, anger swirling in her eyes. Sparks flew everywhere and glass covered her bed, but she didn't care. She had to end it, so she continued, shattering every piece of evidence engraved in that stupid tape. Blood trickled from her wounds, and she began to vaguley remember herself doing this one time before, but instead, to the troubled image that stood before her, screaming its infidelities. And finally, after numerous amounts of blood and tears, she stopped, sobbing incoherently. She gazed at the grave her bed had become, decorated with broken pieces of glass and blood. But as she looked upon the mission she had defeated, she suddendly felt foolish, for the fact that she had destroyed the only remnant of her past, wether she wanted to forget it or not. And anyways, its not like destroying it will do anything, right?
~
Life is a journey
It can take you anywhere you choose to go
As long as you're learning
You'll find you'll ever need to know
~
So she cried. She cried for all the mistakes she made. She cried for the mess her life had become. And she cried, because that's all she knew how to do at that moment. She knew what she wanted to do, but she didn't know how to do it. She knew that she wanted to tell Spike she loved him. And she knew she wanted to end everything once in for all. Yes everything. But her fretful heart did not know how to do any of these things. It was nothing but a oblivious child, lost in the wrath of the devil the world around her had become.
~
Be strong, you'll break it
Hold on, you'll make it
Just don't forsake it because
No one can tell you what you can't do
No one can stop you, you know that I'm talking to you.
~
But there was still that part inside of her, screaming of hope and determination. And just that little part of her kept her alive and hanging on. For it told her that there was something there for her, something she was born to achieve. She knew it. It burned deep inside her soul. She wasn't about to give up on life, for that is only what it wants her to do. And she was never the type to let the other win, even if it meant cheating to get there. But hey, that was her specialty, she was Poker Alice for god's sake. So if she could win a futile game of cards. She could surely win a competition aganst life and its tests of courage, right? Well hell, she was gonna at least try.
~
Young girl don't hide
I'll be right here when your world starts to fall...
~
~*~
Spike was getting worried. She never acted the way she had been acting the past two weeks that she finally came home. Maybe she experienced alot more than he thought, and it was actually beginning to scare him. But at that same time, it was beginning to anger him, for that fact that a worthless bastard had such control over such an independent woman like Faye. But now, she didn't seem so independent and strong. She would just drag her weary form around the Bebop all day, woe plastered on her face. She would try hard to hide her pain behind a mask, but Spike could see it clearly. Her eyes weren't glistening like before, and her smile was dull and lifeless. Just looking at her made Spike frown. He had to do something for her, but he didn't know what the problem was in the first place. And Spike was never the type to get all sentimental, so how would he ask her such a personal question?
Spike pulled the reocurring locket out of his pocket again.
Boy, that beginning to become a habit, wasn't it?
He sighed, holding the locket tightly to his chest. She had insisted that he kept the locket, because she said she had given it to him, and it wasn't hers anymore. But he knew better. He could tell just by looking at her that that wasn't the reason. That was one thing Faye was terrible at, hiding her emotions. Her face would hide all, but her eyes, they revealed everything. When he first met her at the casino, she had fooled him a million times over, but as he got to know her, it began to show, all her secrets were starting to seep out from that shelter she had built to hide from the world. Faye was truly amazing, everyday Spike would learn something new about her, or find a new smile she would glisten when he wasn't looking. But not lately. Everyday was the same thing. She would awake with a frown, and got to bed at night with a frown. It was like a never-ending cycle that never changed. And he hadn't seen that coy smile in ages, let alone heard an arrogant remark. Maybe losing that baby had changed her, but even so, it was all for the worst. Nothing good had came out of when she ran away. And it angered him to think so. Man, did he miss the old Faye...
He opened the locket slowly, gazing at the picture inside. It was a younger version of Faye, with a million-dollar smile softening her beautiful features. And he suddendly wondered what she was like when she younger. Was she the same 'ol arrogant Faye? Or a good girl with no faults? He hoped she was like the real Faye, because that was the Faye he liked the most. There was no other person like Faye. She was one of a kind, but in a beautiful kind of way. She always left you coming back for more, because she was always revealing something mysterious about herself. Of course she never meant it. You could tell she never wanted to show her true self to anyone or anything.
Spike sighed again, gazing at the small photo even deeper. He brought it closer, until it was only inches away from his mismatched eyes. He narrowed his eyes slighty, searching for anything, anything at all that would unravel Faye's past to him.
And to his suprise, he found something...
It was practically screaming out to him, and he had no idea how he didn't notice it before. There behind the picture, were small letters engraved lightly in the golden anatomy. His eyes widened slightly, trying hard to read the fine print. He inched even closer, positioning the locket towards the light.
And as the light glistened off the golden material, he saw it...
' To my only love.... Love always Aidan'
Spike's eyes widened with shock. Was he her past? Aidan.... Was this the man she loved?
His thoughts caused his heart to drop. What if she finds her love, and finally becomes happy? Well, normaly, Spike would've wished her gone and told the man good luck, but now that he has seen her, the real Faye, the innocent child lost in the darkness, he wanted to be that man. He wanted to hold her, let all her pain rinse way with a single kiss.
He quickly shut the locket. How would he tell her? Should he tell her? Well, he knew it would be better to let her know, but he didn't want her to leave again. He wanted to let her run to him with all her sorrows. He wanted to make them better. But these were merely things he wanted...
" Spike, what are you doing?" Jet's pondering voice startled him a bit, and he jumped back slightly.
" Uh, n-nothing..." He was still shocked about the locket.
" Yeah, well it's time to eat," Jet turned towads the kitchen, leaving the grieved cowboy sitting on the musty old couch, gathering his thoughts.
Spike blinked twice, thinking he was only imagining the engravement in the locket. He hoped to find out more about her past, but nothing like this. He was thinking something more along the lines of her family, or the high school she went to. Not a lost love. But then again, that was life, always throwing things at you that you can't handle.
Spike wearily stood up, slowly stumbling towards the kitchen. He wasn't that hungry, but he figured he might as well make Jet happy by eating his food. And he knew Faye probably wouldn't come to eat, so that would give him time to figure out what to do.
He slowly dargged his tired body to the table, collapsing in the nearest chair. He sighed hesitantly, slowly shutting his eyes.
" Something on your mind Spike?" How could he do it? Everytime Spike was having a problem, Jet knew. It was like he was psycic or something.
" Oh, uh, not really..." He lied, terribly.
Jet raised an eyebrow, chuckling slightly. " You know I should tell you that are terrible at lying,"
Spike glared at him. " Whatever Jet..."
Jet chuckled again, setting a plate down in front of him. Spike rolled his eyes at him. He was being just like a pestering father...
Spike was just about to dig in, when he saw her...
She looked utterly miserble, like her whole life had ended. It was even worse than usually, and it caused Spike to frown slightly. She was dressed in the usual athletic shorts and loose tank top, but her hair was pulled back in a loose pony tail, with wisps of hair falling gracelessly around her face. Her eyes looked so blank...
" Hey Faye, you hungry?" Jet smiled at her, pulling a chair out for her. She smiled weakly, but it was so lifeless and full of pain. Spike glanced down at her arms, noticing the bandages wrapped tightly around her knuckles and up her arms. His eyes widened in shock..
" Oh my god Faye! What happened?" Spike reached out towards her but she pulled away, frowning slightly.
" N-nothing... really.." Her voice was so quiet and it was barely above whisper. She sat down in the chair slowly, avoiding all glances Spike and Jet were giving her.
" You sure?" Jet asked, setting a plate down in front of her.
" Yeah, I- uh.. it was just some broken glass..." She lied, concealing her bandaged hands under the table.
Spike and Jet glanced at each other, giving one another a look of disbelief. But they said nothing more, for they knew they wouldn't get any answers out of the quiet Faye she had become.
" So.. uh..where's Ed?" She pondered, trying hard to change the subject.
" Oh, she's here somewhere, but she said she wasn't hungry... strange, huh?" Jet joked, sitting down at the table also.
Its strange. They never used to eat at the dinner table. But ever since Faye returned, Jet insisted they did. Maybe he figured it was making up for lost emotions they never share with each other. But Spike couldn't see how. All they did was remain silent, or talk about some bounty they were planning on catching.
Spike glanced up at her. Should he tell her? And if so, how? ' Hey Faye, I think a found your lost love.' Guess again...
He shuffled his body nervously, toying with his food.
" Spike, are you gonna eat that or not?" Jet joked, chuckling slightly.
Spike glanced up at him, smiling weakly. He couldn't eat, not at a time like this. He had to tell her first, no matter what. Even if it meant letting her return to her past, leaving him lonely.
He glanced at Faye, sighing slightly.
" Faye... I have something to tell you"
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Ooo, cliffhanger. They're so fun aren't they? I love teasing my audience, lol, if I even had one XD....
Oh, god I need sleep... I promise I'll update soon. And don't forget to comment. More comments = Better chapters, lol.
* Alrighty this another song ficcy thingy. I love writing these ^^, lol. This chapter is mostly about Faye's past, and the song I chose I think fits perfectly. These lyrics are definitely not mine, but Christina Aguilera's. Enjoy!*
[ And, another note, I know that Faye remembers her past in the show, but this story is a little different than the show. I just wanted to mix Spike and Faye's past with their relationship.]
Unwanted: A Cowboy Bebop Fanfic
By: Katie S.
Rated: Pg-13
Category: Romance/ Drama
--------------------------------------------------------------------------
Chapter 9: Lost Love
~
Young girl don't cry
I'll be right here when your world starts to fall
Young girl it's all right
Your tears will dry you'll soon be free to fly
~
She watched closely, intently, as if all the answers would suddendly jump out of no where. But to no such luck, she knew it would never work that way. Yet she still continued to search, her emerald eyes never leaving that damned screen. It was about the millionth, no, trillionth time she had seen that tape of her only remnants of her faded past. She knew every line, every scene that played, yet she still sought for more.
~
When you're safe inside your room you tend to dream
Of a place where nothing's harder than it seems
No one ever wants to bother to explain
Of the heartache life can bring and what it means
~
She knew her past was some where out there, calling to her, praying for her return. But she still had not the faintest image of where to attain it. But why did she search so closely? She was home again, at the Bebop, with Spike, Jet, Ed, and even Ein. It's not like when she finds her past it will do anything for her. It has already failed her. Maybe she just feels that there is a big piece of her missing. A piece that she longs to obtain to feel complete and genuine. Maybe she feels she's just a mirage in this hated world without those warm feelings of childhood. But what if her past wasn't so warm and welcoming. Won't it just bring her more pain? Or maybe it will finally make her see that there's nothing better than the present dream she's currently living.
~
When there's no one else, look inside yourself
Like your oldest friend just trust the voice within
Then you'll find the strength that will guide your way
You'll learn to bring trust to the voice within.
~
Faye taughtly pulled herself into a ball, never keeping her eyes off the screen. She searched closely, even more intently than before, her emerald eyes flashing with anger. Yes. She was angry. Angry at her past. Angry at her present. And angry at her useless future. It was obvious. She was to become nothing. She might as well of died that day along with her baby. Spike had finally shown concern to her that day, but it wasn't the love she wished for, at least not in her eyes. He would always love Julia, no matter what. Even if she killed him. He would love her with all his heart. How could such a woman have control over such a man as Spike? He was so determined and headstrong, like he never felt any type of fear. But when it comes to her, he's nothing but a gullible soul, pleading for mercy. Yes, mercy. Spike Spiegal, pleading for mercy.
~
Young girl don't hide
You'll never change if you just run away
Young girl hold tight
Soon you're gonna see your brighter day
~
She shut her eyes tightly, gritting her teeth grievously. She was tired of it. She was sick and tired of seeing that stupid tape. She no longer wanted to search anymore. She wanted to forgret every line to that damned tape. She gripped the sheets around her tightly, her breath quickening with bitterness. But she couldn't help it anymore. She could feel the tears staining her cheeks. She could hear her sobs piercing through the dead silence of her lonely room. But why was this such a hard task? All she wanted to do was forget, but it seemed even harder than remembering. How funny... Its even harder to foret something that was never there than remember it. Maybe that's why her heart screamed with pain and agony. But she knew she had to do something. She wanted to run so badly, but she knew she couldn't. She finally realized that running did nothing but delay the problem to greater extents, rather than diminish it. But then again maybe she should run away, for that is the only thing she knows how to do.
~
Now in a world where innocence is quickly claimed
Its so hard to stand your ground when you're so afraid
No one reaches out a hand for you to hold
When you look outside look inside to your soul
~
That was finally it. She couldn't take it anymore. She tightened her fists, quickly thrusting them into the screen, anger swirling in her eyes. Sparks flew everywhere and glass covered her bed, but she didn't care. She had to end it, so she continued, shattering every piece of evidence engraved in that stupid tape. Blood trickled from her wounds, and she began to vaguley remember herself doing this one time before, but instead, to the troubled image that stood before her, screaming its infidelities. And finally, after numerous amounts of blood and tears, she stopped, sobbing incoherently. She gazed at the grave her bed had become, decorated with broken pieces of glass and blood. But as she looked upon the mission she had defeated, she suddendly felt foolish, for the fact that she had destroyed the only remnant of her past, wether she wanted to forget it or not. And anyways, its not like destroying it will do anything, right?
~
Life is a journey
It can take you anywhere you choose to go
As long as you're learning
You'll find you'll ever need to know
~
So she cried. She cried for all the mistakes she made. She cried for the mess her life had become. And she cried, because that's all she knew how to do at that moment. She knew what she wanted to do, but she didn't know how to do it. She knew that she wanted to tell Spike she loved him. And she knew she wanted to end everything once in for all. Yes everything. But her fretful heart did not know how to do any of these things. It was nothing but a oblivious child, lost in the wrath of the devil the world around her had become.
~
Be strong, you'll break it
Hold on, you'll make it
Just don't forsake it because
No one can tell you what you can't do
No one can stop you, you know that I'm talking to you.
~
But there was still that part inside of her, screaming of hope and determination. And just that little part of her kept her alive and hanging on. For it told her that there was something there for her, something she was born to achieve. She knew it. It burned deep inside her soul. She wasn't about to give up on life, for that is only what it wants her to do. And she was never the type to let the other win, even if it meant cheating to get there. But hey, that was her specialty, she was Poker Alice for god's sake. So if she could win a futile game of cards. She could surely win a competition aganst life and its tests of courage, right? Well hell, she was gonna at least try.
~
Young girl don't hide
I'll be right here when your world starts to fall...
~
~*~
Spike was getting worried. She never acted the way she had been acting the past two weeks that she finally came home. Maybe she experienced alot more than he thought, and it was actually beginning to scare him. But at that same time, it was beginning to anger him, for that fact that a worthless bastard had such control over such an independent woman like Faye. But now, she didn't seem so independent and strong. She would just drag her weary form around the Bebop all day, woe plastered on her face. She would try hard to hide her pain behind a mask, but Spike could see it clearly. Her eyes weren't glistening like before, and her smile was dull and lifeless. Just looking at her made Spike frown. He had to do something for her, but he didn't know what the problem was in the first place. And Spike was never the type to get all sentimental, so how would he ask her such a personal question?
Spike pulled the reocurring locket out of his pocket again.
Boy, that beginning to become a habit, wasn't it?
He sighed, holding the locket tightly to his chest. She had insisted that he kept the locket, because she said she had given it to him, and it wasn't hers anymore. But he knew better. He could tell just by looking at her that that wasn't the reason. That was one thing Faye was terrible at, hiding her emotions. Her face would hide all, but her eyes, they revealed everything. When he first met her at the casino, she had fooled him a million times over, but as he got to know her, it began to show, all her secrets were starting to seep out from that shelter she had built to hide from the world. Faye was truly amazing, everyday Spike would learn something new about her, or find a new smile she would glisten when he wasn't looking. But not lately. Everyday was the same thing. She would awake with a frown, and got to bed at night with a frown. It was like a never-ending cycle that never changed. And he hadn't seen that coy smile in ages, let alone heard an arrogant remark. Maybe losing that baby had changed her, but even so, it was all for the worst. Nothing good had came out of when she ran away. And it angered him to think so. Man, did he miss the old Faye...
He opened the locket slowly, gazing at the picture inside. It was a younger version of Faye, with a million-dollar smile softening her beautiful features. And he suddendly wondered what she was like when she younger. Was she the same 'ol arrogant Faye? Or a good girl with no faults? He hoped she was like the real Faye, because that was the Faye he liked the most. There was no other person like Faye. She was one of a kind, but in a beautiful kind of way. She always left you coming back for more, because she was always revealing something mysterious about herself. Of course she never meant it. You could tell she never wanted to show her true self to anyone or anything.
Spike sighed again, gazing at the small photo even deeper. He brought it closer, until it was only inches away from his mismatched eyes. He narrowed his eyes slighty, searching for anything, anything at all that would unravel Faye's past to him.
And to his suprise, he found something...
It was practically screaming out to him, and he had no idea how he didn't notice it before. There behind the picture, were small letters engraved lightly in the golden anatomy. His eyes widened slightly, trying hard to read the fine print. He inched even closer, positioning the locket towards the light.
And as the light glistened off the golden material, he saw it...
' To my only love.... Love always Aidan'
Spike's eyes widened with shock. Was he her past? Aidan.... Was this the man she loved?
His thoughts caused his heart to drop. What if she finds her love, and finally becomes happy? Well, normaly, Spike would've wished her gone and told the man good luck, but now that he has seen her, the real Faye, the innocent child lost in the darkness, he wanted to be that man. He wanted to hold her, let all her pain rinse way with a single kiss.
He quickly shut the locket. How would he tell her? Should he tell her? Well, he knew it would be better to let her know, but he didn't want her to leave again. He wanted to let her run to him with all her sorrows. He wanted to make them better. But these were merely things he wanted...
" Spike, what are you doing?" Jet's pondering voice startled him a bit, and he jumped back slightly.
" Uh, n-nothing..." He was still shocked about the locket.
" Yeah, well it's time to eat," Jet turned towads the kitchen, leaving the grieved cowboy sitting on the musty old couch, gathering his thoughts.
Spike blinked twice, thinking he was only imagining the engravement in the locket. He hoped to find out more about her past, but nothing like this. He was thinking something more along the lines of her family, or the high school she went to. Not a lost love. But then again, that was life, always throwing things at you that you can't handle.
Spike wearily stood up, slowly stumbling towards the kitchen. He wasn't that hungry, but he figured he might as well make Jet happy by eating his food. And he knew Faye probably wouldn't come to eat, so that would give him time to figure out what to do.
He slowly dargged his tired body to the table, collapsing in the nearest chair. He sighed hesitantly, slowly shutting his eyes.
" Something on your mind Spike?" How could he do it? Everytime Spike was having a problem, Jet knew. It was like he was psycic or something.
" Oh, uh, not really..." He lied, terribly.
Jet raised an eyebrow, chuckling slightly. " You know I should tell you that are terrible at lying,"
Spike glared at him. " Whatever Jet..."
Jet chuckled again, setting a plate down in front of him. Spike rolled his eyes at him. He was being just like a pestering father...
Spike was just about to dig in, when he saw her...
She looked utterly miserble, like her whole life had ended. It was even worse than usually, and it caused Spike to frown slightly. She was dressed in the usual athletic shorts and loose tank top, but her hair was pulled back in a loose pony tail, with wisps of hair falling gracelessly around her face. Her eyes looked so blank...
" Hey Faye, you hungry?" Jet smiled at her, pulling a chair out for her. She smiled weakly, but it was so lifeless and full of pain. Spike glanced down at her arms, noticing the bandages wrapped tightly around her knuckles and up her arms. His eyes widened in shock..
" Oh my god Faye! What happened?" Spike reached out towards her but she pulled away, frowning slightly.
" N-nothing... really.." Her voice was so quiet and it was barely above whisper. She sat down in the chair slowly, avoiding all glances Spike and Jet were giving her.
" You sure?" Jet asked, setting a plate down in front of her.
" Yeah, I- uh.. it was just some broken glass..." She lied, concealing her bandaged hands under the table.
Spike and Jet glanced at each other, giving one another a look of disbelief. But they said nothing more, for they knew they wouldn't get any answers out of the quiet Faye she had become.
" So.. uh..where's Ed?" She pondered, trying hard to change the subject.
" Oh, she's here somewhere, but she said she wasn't hungry... strange, huh?" Jet joked, sitting down at the table also.
Its strange. They never used to eat at the dinner table. But ever since Faye returned, Jet insisted they did. Maybe he figured it was making up for lost emotions they never share with each other. But Spike couldn't see how. All they did was remain silent, or talk about some bounty they were planning on catching.
Spike glanced up at her. Should he tell her? And if so, how? ' Hey Faye, I think a found your lost love.' Guess again...
He shuffled his body nervously, toying with his food.
" Spike, are you gonna eat that or not?" Jet joked, chuckling slightly.
Spike glanced up at him, smiling weakly. He couldn't eat, not at a time like this. He had to tell her first, no matter what. Even if it meant letting her return to her past, leaving him lonely.
He glanced at Faye, sighing slightly.
" Faye... I have something to tell you"
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Ooo, cliffhanger. They're so fun aren't they? I love teasing my audience, lol, if I even had one XD....
Oh, god I need sleep... I promise I'll update soon. And don't forget to comment. More comments = Better chapters, lol.