Lyrics belong to Frou Frou from the song "let go"
:So let go, let go
Jump in, oh well
What are you waiting for
It's alright
Cause there's beauty in the breakdown:
Faith's POV
"Everything will be alright," the voice resonated through my head, soft and sweet, leaving me feeling calm. Buffy and I will work it out. I frown, wondering where that bust of optimisim came from.
"I realize this is gonna sound funny coming from someone that just spent a lot of time kicking your face... but you can trust me," Buffy's voice sounded almost pleading, I smirked up at her. Yeah right, us together, why was I thinking that?
"Is that right?" I asked, tossing my magazine aside. I hadn't really been reading it anyway, and I was sure whatever she had to say was going to be much more interesting.
"I know I kept secrets, but I didn't have a choice. I'm on your side." Again she was pleading. Her on my side? If that was the case how come my face was practically smashed in with prints of her small fists. While she didn't have a mark on her.
"I'm on my side," I nod to drive the point home. "And that's enough."
"Not always," Buffy shakes her head. I want to believe her, I can feel myself giving in. She's perfect to me, I so want to believe in her.
"Is that it?" I ask, making my voice cold, distancing myself from the feelings she is causing. She deflates after that, all fight for my affection gone from her.
"Yeah, I guess." She's looking at me, like she's waiting for me to warm to her, change my mind. Not gonna happen.
"Alright. Well, then, I'll see you," I turn away from her, staring at the tv, just praying she takes the hint. If I look at her one more time I'll break.
Out of the corner of my eye I see her turn, heading for the door. The voice runs through my head again. "Everything will be alright. She loves you."
"Uh, Buffy?" I turn back to her.
"Yeah?" She spins back to me quickly, eyes hopeful.
I take a second to consider. I want to tell her we're going to be okay, that everything we are going through is going to be worth it. That everything's going to be okay. But as soon as the thought's there it washes away, I'm not even sure where it came from. I shake my head.
"Nothing."
Buffy lowers her eyes, looking disappointed. Slowly she turns back to the door. I half consider calling to her again, but decide against it. She opens the door and leaves, letting it close quietly behind her.
I look around my room, so empty. Devoid of anything that would really make it mine, I inhale and exhale deeply. She's standing outside, maybe thinking about coming back in, maybe hoping I'll go after her. I should. But what would I say? A voice in my head says we're gonna be okay? Right.
I turn back to the TV, she's leaving now. As she fades from my senses, so does the idea that we will ever be okay.
END
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