Faith's shadows bruised her body and sculpted her mind. Her lights were few and far between but her one true light shone brilliantly. She found solace in one person and spent time with her when things were at their darkest allowing her light to show even more splendidly against the bleakness. Faith would sit in the sunshine of her company unburdening her aching heart as she could with no one else. Sometimes she physically worked them off. In the small, cosy apartment she began to think of as home Faith could practise fighting until she had barely enough energy to get to her own bed.
Buffy's path was as a whole lighter and simpler. She loved and was loved by her mother and her friends and spent many fun-filled days in their company. She would smile as she cartwheeled and flipped in the gym or sat chatting or wandered idly around shopping malls. She seemed like any other girl in LA and her shadows fell as any other's; small trials, arguments and hurts.
Yet where the two paths ran parallel, that was where the darkest shadows lay.
Seriously short but I'm getting way too into the imagery, action in the next chapter. Please please please review!(And my other stories)