The sea's evaporated
Though it comes as no surprise
These clouds we're seeing
They're explosions in the sky
It seems it's written
But we can't read between the line
"What's Wrong?" Spike asks noticing wet tears on my face and on his shirt. He couldn't read me at all. Or was it a lie? It had to of been obvious that I was sitting in his bed crying because we thought he was dead. Stupid lunkhead.
Hush
It's okay
Dry your eye
Dry your eye
Soulmate dry your eye
Dry your eye
Soulmate dry your eye
Cause soulmates never die
He walked over and kneeled down staring me eye to eye. He moved his hand up to my face, and I flinched for a second a quick thought running through my head like he was going to slap me, but he didn't. He used his thumb to wipe my tears away.
This one world vision
Turns us in to compromise
What good's religion
When it's each other we despise
"What's this? A crying shrew? Never thought I'd see this day…" He gave a snort. How could he be so… insensitive? Here I was, wasting my valuable time crying over him and he snorts?
Damn the government
Damn the killing
Damn the lies
"You were killed…" My voice was hardly even a whisper.
"Really?" He tilted his head to the side. He looked at his hands and then tried to run it through his end table next to the bed. "I don't think I'm a ghost…"
Hush
It's okay
Dry your eyes
Dry your eyes
Soulmate dry your eyes
Dry your eyes
Soulmate dry your eyes
Cause soulmates never die
I almost laughed at that. He's not a ghost… Not a ghost… Real… So, so real.
"You're crying again…" He pointed out. I hadn't even realized it. I hated being emotional. That wasn't me at all. Not Faye Valentine, the cold hearted woman who dressed like a hooker because she wasn't afraid to show off her great body. But he… he did this to me. Weakened me… but never this bad.
Soulmates never die
Never die
Soulmates never die
Never die...
Soulmates never die
"You didn't die…" I smiled to myself.
"Yeah… can I have my bed back now?" Spike asked me standing up slowly, obviously still a little weak from his terrible injuries he seemed to have suffered. I set down his shirt I had been previously smelling on his bed and stood up. I didn't mean to, I meant to walk right past him like I had just made a mistake of going into his room instead of mine because I was drunk or something of the sort… But I didn't find myself making a rude comment to him and walking past… I found myself jumping into his arms wrapping my arms tightly around him.