Buffy for beneathourskinx S6
I'm not even sure what I'm doing here again. I always come here, either before or after patrolling for the night. Tonight, it happens to be before. I always come to Giles's old apartment and just sit outside for a little while, remembering the good old days where the worst things that we fought were Hell Goddesses and not each other.
Willow told me earlier this afternoon that her and Tara are going on a date this evening. Good for them. At least someone might have a healthy relationship. I had to cut things off with Spike. It wasn't good for either of us. Even if he's soulless, he's still kind of a person. He took care of Dawn while I was...gone. That has to count for something. I liked telling him that he wasn't a real person because I knew that it hurt him. I liked to hurt him. It made me feel something, anyway.
I wish that Giles hadn't left. He wanted me to stand on my own two feet, but I'm not sure if I'm really capable of doing that. I kind of just want to crawl into a hole and never come out again. I'm starting to have vampires refuse to fight me because they say I smell. I smell because I work in a grease pit all day. Besides, it's not like they smell like roses. Giles could have prevented me from having to work there, though. He'd have thought of something. Instead, he ran away. He left me like everyone will. Dad, Angel, Riley, Mom, Giles...they all leave in the end, one way or another. Now I just sort of wonder who's next on the list.
I'm sitting off to one corner of the courtyard in front of Giles's old apartment when I watch someone walk up to it, and then kind of hang back from actually knocking on the door. Does someone else live there now? No, I would have seen them move in one of the times that I was out here. No, this person obviously thinks that Giles still lives there. I take a step closer to see who it is, who it would be that wouldn't know.
"Wesley?" The word slips out of my mouth before I can stop it. It's just pure shock that probably matches the look on my face right now. Now that's a face I thought I wouldn't see again. I don't hold anything against him now, no real point, but I still never really expected to see him again, except maybe for the very occasional trips to LA that have dwindled to nothing since coming back from heaven.
((Open to Wesley))
Willow told me earlier this afternoon that her and Tara are going on a date this evening. Good for them. At least someone might have a healthy relationship. I had to cut things off with Spike. It wasn't good for either of us. Even if he's soulless, he's still kind of a person. He took care of Dawn while I was...gone. That has to count for something. I liked telling him that he wasn't a real person because I knew that it hurt him. I liked to hurt him. It made me feel something, anyway.
I wish that Giles hadn't left. He wanted me to stand on my own two feet, but I'm not sure if I'm really capable of doing that. I kind of just want to crawl into a hole and never come out again. I'm starting to have vampires refuse to fight me because they say I smell. I smell because I work in a grease pit all day. Besides, it's not like they smell like roses. Giles could have prevented me from having to work there, though. He'd have thought of something. Instead, he ran away. He left me like everyone will. Dad, Angel, Riley, Mom, Giles...they all leave in the end, one way or another. Now I just sort of wonder who's next on the list.
I'm sitting off to one corner of the courtyard in front of Giles's old apartment when I watch someone walk up to it, and then kind of hang back from actually knocking on the door. Does someone else live there now? No, I would have seen them move in one of the times that I was out here. No, this person obviously thinks that Giles still lives there. I take a step closer to see who it is, who it would be that wouldn't know.
"Wesley?" The word slips out of my mouth before I can stop it. It's just pure shock that probably matches the look on my face right now. Now that's a face I thought I wouldn't see again. I don't hold anything against him now, no real point, but I still never really expected to see him again, except maybe for the very occasional trips to LA that have dwindled to nothing since coming back from heaven.
((Open to Wesley))