He had that haunted yet determined look in his eyes when he left.
When Jet told her the news, she wasn't surprised that he died.
He had the upcoming doom or fate of death in his eyes.
Faye sighed bitterly as she looked at the bottom of her glass.
Spike hadn't stopped for her or her love, if he even realized that through all the arguing and childishness that she had feelings for him. She still saw the scene of him leaving when she closed her eyes.
She should have shot him instead of shooting holes in the ceiling of the Bebop. He didn't even turn around to look at her that still burned her.
Faye looked at all the drunks in the bar, who sat in their own thoughts, and drained her glass.
The barman moved to refill her glass.
"Leave the bottle." Faye mumbled. The barman looked at her suspiciously but left the bottle as he moved to another customer.
Faye could shoot him even if she had wanted to, and he knew that, probably why he didn't turn around and look her in the eye before left. Against her will she had dropped to her knees and gave into her sobs as he left. Jet had stood behind her grieving in his own way. Jet never made her pay for the ceiling.
She had heard reports of what happened and how at the end before he had left he had made a gun with his hand and said 'bang'. He always wanted to go out with a bang, he got his wish.
Faye hadn't been to his grave yet. Even though she knew he was dead she couldn't fully bring herself to accept it; she couldn't bring herself to believe that she would never see his mismatched eyes again. Ed, Ein, and Jet had all gone together. They didn't invite her because they knew she would come up with some stupid excuse not to go.
A song came on later in the night before Faye was completely drunk, it was called the Real Folk Blues.
"Ah Spike, you're missing your song." Faye whispered.
A/N: I don't own Cowboy Bebop.