Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop. Probably for the best.

Author's Note: I haven't written here for a while and this one actually I quite like. It's my gift to you guys. Tell me what you think - love it or hate it.


Rain

Red roses and rain reminds him of Julia, of bittersweet memories and regret, nostalgia and what-could-have-beens.

It's not like anything reminds him of Faye; it's more like everything reminds him of Faye. The sun when it's too hot for comfort or snow cold enough to give him frostbite, wind strong enough to knock him off his feet and hail dropping down hard enough to bruise him.

Jesus, that woman could bruise a brick wall. Could probably drive it crazy, too.

Roses and rain bring back memories of Julia for him. He just hasn't found a way to forget Faye yet.