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Jan 30, 2005 22:23

I don't really think my little inspirational speech helped Cordelia much. In fact, I'm pretty sure from the fake smile she gave me that she just wanted to be alone for a little bit. Possibly to cry.

I know I can't expect myself to be able to fix things. Especially when they're as unfixable as they are now. Buffy was the superhero, not me. It still makes me feel like I failed as I climb the stairs leaving Cordy behind to cry or watch Montel or whatever. I feel like I can't really connect with any of these people. I have to admit that I'm way out of my comfort zone. I miss Buffy and Wills so much that it hurts. Hell, I'd even have Giles here and put up with his constant agitated glass polishing if it meant like I wouldn't feel so empty and alone.

I suddenly find myself wondering where Anya is.

I hear the water running from the bathroom on the second floor and remember that I offered to help Faith patch herself up. I tried to downplay how she looked so Cordy wouldn't worry too much, but I'm not so sure that a visit to the ER wouldn't have been better. They really did do a number on her. She's tough though. As much as I surprised myself, I meant every word I said to Cordy about her being our best bet.

I knock on the door. "Hey, is the first aid kit in there? I can hunt one down if you need it."
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