The Tower:

Spike listened to the rain beat down on top of his crypt.

It was raining in July.

She wouldn't have liked that.

He touched his pocket, just to make sure it was still there.

He took it out because for a minute he had almost forgotten. Spike held the card between two black painted, peeling fingernails. He felt dirty in its presence.
Tara told had him it meant confusion

Chaos

Upheaval

How could Tara's plastic cards have known that a month later, Buffy's dive from the Tower would turn his entire existence into a tower of confusion, chaos and upheaval?

A/N: It's Lindsey! This was originally posted on the Open on Sunday drabble community. The challenge was tarot cards. I'm not 100% happy with this one. Oh well. Feedback?