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The rain was falling down around me, I was still standing in the middle of the street, in the alley, looking around at all the demons and everything else that came our way, lying on the ground, dead. Not like they weren't before. The fight was over and I was the only one standing. Wes had already died and Gunn only had ten minutes. A demon crushed Illyria's skull and the dragon burned Spike to ash. They did put up a good fight though and now I'm standing around, looking at everything, my whole world gone. The only person left was Connor and then ... Buffy. Couldn't go to her, couldn't go to my son, couldn't go to anyone. The only thing I wanted to do was ... stake myself, get it over with. They all died heroes and here I was, standing here, feeling guilty. As usual.
Looking up to the sky, I let the rain fall on my face. The drops sting and I brush it away, out of my eyes, then look around, falling to my knee's. Something inside of me is dead, I watched Darla go, and now I watched Spike go. It wasn't their time yet, it never was and now ... I'm alone. Not the fact that being alone gets to me, it's just everything that I've been through, added up to this one point in time and I can't get it back. All my mistakes have led me to this alley, in the rain, on my knee's.
Grabbing a nearby peice of wood, I give it a glance, holding it in my hands. It would only take a second, just that one second and then it would all be over. The demons that I have inside of me now, the voices that I hear, the sound of Spike right before ... the last look I ever gave Buffy, the sound of Darla right before ...
You're Welcome.
Cordelia. Frowning, I look around. It's playing tricks on me, this ... everything. Holding the stake to my chest, I close my eyes, then fall down, but it doesn't go through me because now I'm on my back, looking at ...
"Faith?"
Looking up to the sky, I let the rain fall on my face. The drops sting and I brush it away, out of my eyes, then look around, falling to my knee's. Something inside of me is dead, I watched Darla go, and now I watched Spike go. It wasn't their time yet, it never was and now ... I'm alone. Not the fact that being alone gets to me, it's just everything that I've been through, added up to this one point in time and I can't get it back. All my mistakes have led me to this alley, in the rain, on my knee's.
Grabbing a nearby peice of wood, I give it a glance, holding it in my hands. It would only take a second, just that one second and then it would all be over. The demons that I have inside of me now, the voices that I hear, the sound of Spike right before ... the last look I ever gave Buffy, the sound of Darla right before ...
You're Welcome.
Cordelia. Frowning, I look around. It's playing tricks on me, this ... everything. Holding the stake to my chest, I close my eyes, then fall down, but it doesn't go through me because now I'm on my back, looking at ...
"Faith?"