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A/N: Just a little drabble. Nothing special, though feedback's always appreciated. ;)
Family
He can hear Drusilla whisper in the wind.
Sometimes, he finds Darla in a stranger's face. But if he looks a second time (because maybe, just maybe, it could be her – stranger things have happened) it's not her. Wrong nose, wrong mouth, wrong eyes.
He doesn't have to search William.
The boy's right here, hiding away behind an attitude, bleach, and a new name.
When he's with Spike, he hates him - or at the very least, tries to. But still he's keeping a shoe box of sketches under his bed (although he would never admit it). It never gathers dust, somehow.
