Faye was staring blankly at drink that she had just received in front of her. Just sitting there recapping her life hoping she would find something happy about it.

She never did.

The day when Spike left kept replaying in her head almost bringing tears to her eyes. For it was also the same day she left the bebop in search for a better life. But the real truth was without spike she felt she had no purpose of being there.

"Stupid lunkhead" she thought to herself. "I told you not to go and still went. And for what? To fight a man who serves purpose to his name" she paused. "to finally live happily ever after with the woman you love. Not ever thinking what this was all doing to me. You caused me more pain than I could ever imagine. But what hurts me the most is that you never felt the same way for me as you did Julia."

She knew she couldn't go on thinking like this for it wouldn't be long before she would end up crying for no reason. "Spike is never coming back and its time to move on with your life." a voice inside her head said. And with that she chugged down her drink and quickly left the bar.

Faye walked down the streets she knew all to well. She was trying so hard not to think of him so she decide the best thing to do was head home and fall asleep waking up to find it all a dream.

She laughed at herself for even thinking about that. It never was a dream and it never will be. For if you start thinking it a dream you'll start believing it a dream and before you know it you will eternally be stuck in that make-believe dream waiting for some one to wake you up.

Faye didn't want to be that person and I don't think anyone wants to be. To be stuck in a world where all your dreams come true but to be awaken to find out it was all a lie.

She soon found herself in front of her apartment door and quietly going in. She threw her keys on the living room table where she started to head for her room. She didn't bother to turn on the lights for she knew this place like the back of her hand. She started to take off her shirt.

"I rather you keep that on"

Faye turn around so fast that she got a whip lash from her hair. She immediately found herself franticly searching the room for him.

"No. I'm not dreaming. I know.....I heard spike voice. But where is he?" she thought to herself.

Before she knew it the light was being turn on where they now saw each other clearly.

Faye thinking "o my God"

SPIKE POV

As I turned on the light I finally got a chance to see the woman I haven't seen in over three years. She looked the same. With the exceptions that her hair was now a little bit longer than shoulder length and the way she dressed. The expression on her face showed so many emotions that it was almost impossible to read them all. But her eyes showed that she was shocked, confuse, happy, and sad but most of all anger. No doubt about it. For Faye was that kind of person that no matter how hard she tried to hide her emotions her eyes told it all.

I walk toward her reaching a hand out to touch her face. I don't know what came over me but before I knew it my face was an inch away from her. Tears began to form in her eyes.

"Faye...."

With that her eyes went as dark as black. She then smacked my hand away as if I did something wrong.

"How dare you" she said hardly above a whisper.

"Faye..."

"Do you know the pain you caused me. The nights I spent crying over you. Hoping that one day you would come back, but you never did. And now all of a sudden you're here. I actually dreamt that this day would come and now that it has, I see it was a dream well wasted."

"Faye liste-'

"No you listen! For I'm sick and tired of caring for someone who doesn't even give a damn about me. I don't want to cry no more. I don't want to feel hurt any more. But most of all I don't want you in my life."

Spike felt hurt by those words but didn't really show it. All he did was turn around and left and slam the door behind him.

Faye then soon fell to her knees only to cry. The one thing she didn't want to do. But the reason was a different one. She knew he would be back only to pour more vinegar on open wounds.

(I hope you like it. It's my first story so bear with me. There shouldn't be any mistakes my sister check it. But then again she is only 10. Please R&R.)

Your Friend,

Dawnette