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Disclaimer: Cowboy Bebop was created in 1998. I was eight years old at the time. Therefore Cowboy Bebop DOES belong to me and I was a child prodigy that knew how to direct, write screenplays, create intricate characters, and cuss like no other girl my age. In other words, get REAL.
Hello peoples. This one is kinda short, but it's about Julia. Whoo-hoo! I don't know what really inspired me into writing this chapter, but I felt that something needed to be said about her. She's so mysteriously portrayed in the anime and at times she doesn't feel like a real person. I guess that this was half-inspired by the instrumental from the Cowboy Bebop Soundtrack, Goodnight, Julia. I love that song. Anyway...
Enjoy.
Public Review Responses:
faye-faye14 – Thank you so much for being my first reviewer! Yeah. I hardly had to think about the title at all – I could just hear Faye saying it, ya know?
Emailed Review Responses (people that are not members):
Jessica: Wow, thank you so much! That really means a lot! I'll try to write another Faye one for ya!
Robert: Wow, I'm surprised. I'm glad you enjoyed it and it's cool you understood who I was talking about. Please continue with the great advice!
[Three] [Changed] - [3, 2, 1... and P L A Y]
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cowboy bebop – it was different then
Things had changed since the days that she'd been there.
The place was the same old building it had been in those days, but everything seemed....drearier than it had been once. It was a great loss for him. When once the light had shone through the windows in gentle abundance, they now were clouded. The sky still radiated with light, but the windows seemed to reject it. It was as if the light could be there, in that very same room...but chose not to.
So even the light missed her.
'Yes. Sing to me just like that.'
He remembered. Oh, how he remembered. So well. Waking up to a melody so slow and perfect and beautiful it drove him insane. If he remembered nothing else, he remembered that song.
The chair, covered in a filthy film of dust, still stood there, in the corner. To think that she had sat there once, long blonde hair tumbling down her back, made him wonder if this was truly reality or if he was really some place else. Perhaps...he'd finally awoken.
But it was doubtful. So very easily questioned. If he was awake, then the world was nowhere as bad as he thought it was. If he was awake, then he would never ever go back to sleep.
He could still see her...falling. Falling and falling and falling, as if she was forever destined to feel the pain of the flight of de-.....
'I'm sorry, Spike.'
Maybe...maybe that had been a dream. Yes, that was it. That had all be part of an unreality. There was no way...it couldn't be that....she was really dea- .....
'It's all just....a dream.'
The jar which had held the rose still sat silently in the window. Where it had once been illuminated by light it now stood empty. The rose, like she, had crumbled and fallen. It was the disappearance of the rose....
'Yeah. A dream.'
She had been the rose.
[fin][3, 2, 1 ... screen flickers and goes black]
Disclaimer: Cowboy Bebop was created in 1998. I was eight years old at the time. Therefore Cowboy Bebop DOES belong to me and I was a child prodigy that knew how to direct, write screenplays, create intricate characters, and cuss like no other girl my age. In other words, get REAL.
Hello peoples. This one is kinda short, but it's about Julia. Whoo-hoo! I don't know what really inspired me into writing this chapter, but I felt that something needed to be said about her. She's so mysteriously portrayed in the anime and at times she doesn't feel like a real person. I guess that this was half-inspired by the instrumental from the Cowboy Bebop Soundtrack, Goodnight, Julia. I love that song. Anyway...
Enjoy.
Public Review Responses:
faye-faye14 – Thank you so much for being my first reviewer! Yeah. I hardly had to think about the title at all – I could just hear Faye saying it, ya know?
Emailed Review Responses (people that are not members):
Jessica: Wow, thank you so much! That really means a lot! I'll try to write another Faye one for ya!
Robert: Wow, I'm surprised. I'm glad you enjoyed it and it's cool you understood who I was talking about. Please continue with the great advice!
[Three] [Changed] - [3, 2, 1... and P L A Y]
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cowboy bebop – it was different then
Things had changed since the days that she'd been there.
The place was the same old building it had been in those days, but everything seemed....drearier than it had been once. It was a great loss for him. When once the light had shone through the windows in gentle abundance, they now were clouded. The sky still radiated with light, but the windows seemed to reject it. It was as if the light could be there, in that very same room...but chose not to.
So even the light missed her.
'Yes. Sing to me just like that.'
He remembered. Oh, how he remembered. So well. Waking up to a melody so slow and perfect and beautiful it drove him insane. If he remembered nothing else, he remembered that song.
The chair, covered in a filthy film of dust, still stood there, in the corner. To think that she had sat there once, long blonde hair tumbling down her back, made him wonder if this was truly reality or if he was really some place else. Perhaps...he'd finally awoken.
But it was doubtful. So very easily questioned. If he was awake, then the world was nowhere as bad as he thought it was. If he was awake, then he would never ever go back to sleep.
He could still see her...falling. Falling and falling and falling, as if she was forever destined to feel the pain of the flight of de-.....
'I'm sorry, Spike.'
Maybe...maybe that had been a dream. Yes, that was it. That had all be part of an unreality. There was no way...it couldn't be that....she was really dea- .....
'It's all just....a dream.'
The jar which had held the rose still sat silently in the window. Where it had once been illuminated by light it now stood empty. The rose, like she, had crumbled and fallen. It was the disappearance of the rose....
'Yeah. A dream.'
She had been the rose.
[fin][3, 2, 1 ... screen flickers and goes black]