S is for Salt
In the average lifespan of a human, we cry almost a thousand tears. We laugh close to over a million times, and we get sick once a year. Even so, there are always people who are not the average person. Faye Valentine was one such person. She had cried more than she had laughed. She was sick almost every day, and her love was the painful kind. The love that is unrequited. The love that, if left unattended for too long, can swallow us whole. Our tears, it has been said, are like salt. It makes the wound burn more than it should, and last longer than it regularly would. The day that Spike died, Faye cried the moment Jet confirmed it. She cried and cried, for what seemed like days on end. The painful wound of his death was intensified by her tears. Just like salt in an open wound, the tears refused to let her heal.