Haunted by Memories
Chp.3
Disclaimer and all other info in the first chapter
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{Still can't find what keeps me here}
Dawn has spotted me sitting here at the bar. She turns to my two best friends, saying something to them, then heads my way. It seems like she can tell that I have just ordered something that isn't quiet just Diet Coke. I think the girl must have some kind of radar that says 'Buffy's got alcohol.' or something. She gets to me and taps me on the shoulder. I don't turn around; just keep staring at the Jack and coke sitting in front of me. "You know Buffy and alcohol are un-mixy things." She states it as fact, as she comes to the side of my seat.
Taking a sip of the drink, I answer, even though I know she wasn't asking anything. "Yeah, the song it just got me thinking about. . ." I trail off; not wanting to speak the name of the one person I wish was still here.
"Spike." She sighs out, then turns to head back on to the dance floor and be with people less depressing than her sister.
She understands though, she misses him just as much as I do. She also knows that when I get like this. When I'm reminded. . . Yeah, well right. She knows that I dwell there and it'll be a while before I come back.
The thought of getting drunk sinks into my mind, but what's the use? It just reminds me of that time after I came back. I went to see him and I got drunk and kept telling him he was. Now that I think about it I had fun that night, even though at the time I didn't think it was all that fun. What with the getting drunk, heaving my brains out. Why'd he let me drink that whole bottle of Tequila? I had the worst hang over the world has ever seen the next morning. It was fun though, despite all of that. Spike was a totally fun guy to be around.
I know what keeps me here in the memories, I dwell here because it's the only way I'll ever see him again.
Chp.3
Disclaimer and all other info in the first chapter
Song is in {} * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
{Still can't find what keeps me here}
Dawn has spotted me sitting here at the bar. She turns to my two best friends, saying something to them, then heads my way. It seems like she can tell that I have just ordered something that isn't quiet just Diet Coke. I think the girl must have some kind of radar that says 'Buffy's got alcohol.' or something. She gets to me and taps me on the shoulder. I don't turn around; just keep staring at the Jack and coke sitting in front of me. "You know Buffy and alcohol are un-mixy things." She states it as fact, as she comes to the side of my seat.
Taking a sip of the drink, I answer, even though I know she wasn't asking anything. "Yeah, the song it just got me thinking about. . ." I trail off; not wanting to speak the name of the one person I wish was still here.
"Spike." She sighs out, then turns to head back on to the dance floor and be with people less depressing than her sister.
She understands though, she misses him just as much as I do. She also knows that when I get like this. When I'm reminded. . . Yeah, well right. She knows that I dwell there and it'll be a while before I come back.
The thought of getting drunk sinks into my mind, but what's the use? It just reminds me of that time after I came back. I went to see him and I got drunk and kept telling him he was. Now that I think about it I had fun that night, even though at the time I didn't think it was all that fun. What with the getting drunk, heaving my brains out. Why'd he let me drink that whole bottle of Tequila? I had the worst hang over the world has ever seen the next morning. It was fun though, despite all of that. Spike was a totally fun guy to be around.
I know what keeps me here in the memories, I dwell here because it's the only way I'll ever see him again.