Drabble
I wrote this for one of
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Title: Another bottle
Summary: Spike needs another bottle.
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I own nothing, just trying to write something worthy.
Last time he wanted to get drunk the world was about to end. Again. And he had to fight with Peaches and Blue by his side. Not that he minded but...OK, so he minded.
It seemed like a lifetime had passed and it had. Her lifetime.
Spike laughed humorlessly. Life was so unfair. He get to live for centuries but she had to die before she reached thirty. He was darkness and she had been light. He was old and she had been young. He was cold and she had been warm. He had seen it all and she hadn't even opened her eyes yet. He lived and she would never live again. Unfair wasn't the word. Life was cruel.
Another bottle. There were glasses all around him but he had given up on them hours ago. The bottle it was for someone like him, someone on a mission. On a mission to forget.
Spike drank and tried to forget. To forget that his apartment was only his once again. To forget that he won't see her smile at him again. To forget that he won't taste her again. To forget that he won't hear her call him "sweetheart" again. To forget that the wardrobe in his bedroom was full of dresses that won't be worn again. To forget that his bed was cold and will stay that way.
To forget that Red was gone.
Spike needed another bottle.