First Slayage

[heartslain]

You know, it’s not everyday a girl finds a random journal shoved in her stuff. I’m not entirely sure why I’m even using it, and not throwing it out, other than hey. Free book! I mean, I’m not exactly journal-girl here, but I don’t see how this little thing can do any harm either

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[breakmychest]

Bloody stupid little town, Sunnydale was.

[heartslain]

Hey! Don't mock my town, you- you journal. There are good people there.

Why am I writing back to a journal?

[breakmychest]

Dunno. Maybe you're drunk too?

[heartslain]

Kind of too young for drinking. Unless someone slipped me something, which, if that's the case? I have some definite butt to kick.

Do drunk people really imagine their journal talking to them?

[breakmychest]

Well, I figure that's why it's happening to me. Never done it before, but unless you want to buy into that guy's [Draw's an arrow up to Jack's handwriting] magic journal theory, I'm sticking with you're all figments of my imagination.

[heartslain]

I've heard crazier. Not saying I really believe it, but- drunk is so not a valid explanation. Never had anything to drink in my life.

[breakmychest]

No, I'm drunk. You don't exist.

[heartslain]

I so exist! Totally- with the existing! You're the one in a journal that just randomly appeared in my suitcase! If anyone's existence is in question, it's totally yours.

[breakmychest]

I only wish I didn't exist. But I couldn't hurt this much if I didn't.

[heartslain]

Hurt? Are you alright? What's wrong?

[breakmychest]

My girl left me.

[heartslain]

Oh.

Sorry.

[breakmychest]

Not your fault. [Yes it was. Spike just hasn't figured out who this is.]

[heartslain]

Well, no, but- kind of obligatory. It's hard to lose someone. I know.

[breakmychest]

[Spike is now sober, and after checking the other things she's written to other people, knows who she is.]

Why'd you leave Sunnydale?

[heartslain]

Things happened. It was better to go.