Ballad for Eurydice
irishais
5. Goodnight Julia
He sat in the dim and smoky bar, surrounded by his ghosts.
A man can't carry that much weight and not feel a thing.
He downed more scotch, the good stuff. He wasn't sure he could afford it.
Didn't matter.
He polished off the glass and swirled the ice cubes around, inhaling the shadow of a scent.
Like a devilish angel, or an angelic devil...
Maybe he felt something, just a little bit.
Goodnight, Julia.
Maybe not.
Spike lit another cigarette and blew smoke at the ceiling. He saw his ghosts reflected in the grey cloud, and signaled the bartender.
I was killed by a woman once.
...See you, space cowboy...
A/N: "Memories are nice, but that's all they are." --Rikku, Final Fantasy X.
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