Wymsical Muse Prompt 1.3
I'm staring at a broken door
There's nothing left here anymore
My room is cold
It's making me insane
Buffy felt numb for the first time in a long time. She's watched him walk out of that door time and time again, slam after slam. She'd grown used to it. Accustomed. He was right to blame her. She'd been the one to tell his sister to stay. A girl that was no older then perhaps Dawn. Her own sister. She sat on the edge of the bed unmoving, the only part of her that was moving was her chest which was heaving with a slight thread of possibly crying. Her throat felt dry and she should take a sip of that water on the table beside her, but she couldn't. She had grown accustomed to having Sam around, it was like a cold comfort in her life. It made her sick sometimes and then she realized why.
It was happening again
Fighting the storm,
Into the blue,
And when I lose myself I think of you,
Together we'll be running somewhere new
Through the monsoon.
Just me and you'>
She pushed herself from the bed, putting on her sneakers and then grabbing her hoodie. She threw it on as she walked through the door and started running down the street, leaving her apartment far behind her. There was no satisfaction in yelling at him. Not anymore at least. When it first started she enjoyed it and actually sometimes tried to egg it on. Fool. That was how it always began. She was cursed. After almost two miles of just running, she stopped and sat down, staring out at the small pond that was before her and just thinking. It was starting to rain, but she didn't seem to care all too much, she just went along with things. As the rain started to soak through her hoodie and down onto her skin from seeping through her shirt too, Buffy actually shivered and shook her head. She hated him.
Hated.
No, She really didn't. She didn't hate him, which was the problem. She actually enjoyed the company between him and her and she actually thought that maybe she'd get her chance at having someone that wasn't trying to kill her. It's how everything always worked with her. The slayer curse as she'd come to call it. She just wished for once she could actually stop, just quit and grab Sam's hand. Go somewhere else at least for a week. She'd settle for a few days even. Just them. Work this thing out between them that didn't make sense to her. She was fighting it so hard that she was losing herself more and more everything she tried to just simply kick him from her life.
He never left. He kept coming back over and over again with some smart ass comment about the weather and how she secretly wanted him. He knew. That frustrated her and usually lead to one hot ass kiss in the middle of the room together. He made her body ache with that desire to just be touched, to feel something other then a fist being slammed into her gut or a push against the wall.
I know I have to find you now
Can hear your name, I don't know how
Why can't we make this darkness feel like home?
She heard a clap of thunder and realized she was soaked to the bone and two or possibly three miles from home. She couldn't run in the rain. Damn it. One name came to mind as she pushed herself up from the bench and headed towards the diner that was nearby. Once in the lobby she wrung what she could out of the water and then did the same with her hair. She didn't know why his name was the first to pop into her mind as she shoved two quarters into the phone and dialed Sam's cell phone. Hopefully he would answer. Why couldn't they just make this work? At least for a little while. She gave a small sigh and then waited.
Perhaps he could warm her up and that thought of him merely holding her was enough to bring a smile to the slayers face.
"Sam, I'm at a diner, it's pouring rain, come get me?"
Buffy Summers
Buffy the Vampire Slayer
652 words
There's nothing left here anymore
My room is cold
It's making me insane
Buffy felt numb for the first time in a long time. She's watched him walk out of that door time and time again, slam after slam. She'd grown used to it. Accustomed. He was right to blame her. She'd been the one to tell his sister to stay. A girl that was no older then perhaps Dawn. Her own sister. She sat on the edge of the bed unmoving, the only part of her that was moving was her chest which was heaving with a slight thread of possibly crying. Her throat felt dry and she should take a sip of that water on the table beside her, but she couldn't. She had grown accustomed to having Sam around, it was like a cold comfort in her life. It made her sick sometimes and then she realized why.
It was happening again
Fighting the storm,
Into the blue,
And when I lose myself I think of you,
Together we'll be running somewhere new
Through the monsoon.
Just me and you'>
She pushed herself from the bed, putting on her sneakers and then grabbing her hoodie. She threw it on as she walked through the door and started running down the street, leaving her apartment far behind her. There was no satisfaction in yelling at him. Not anymore at least. When it first started she enjoyed it and actually sometimes tried to egg it on. Fool. That was how it always began. She was cursed. After almost two miles of just running, she stopped and sat down, staring out at the small pond that was before her and just thinking. It was starting to rain, but she didn't seem to care all too much, she just went along with things. As the rain started to soak through her hoodie and down onto her skin from seeping through her shirt too, Buffy actually shivered and shook her head. She hated him.
Hated.
No, She really didn't. She didn't hate him, which was the problem. She actually enjoyed the company between him and her and she actually thought that maybe she'd get her chance at having someone that wasn't trying to kill her. It's how everything always worked with her. The slayer curse as she'd come to call it. She just wished for once she could actually stop, just quit and grab Sam's hand. Go somewhere else at least for a week. She'd settle for a few days even. Just them. Work this thing out between them that didn't make sense to her. She was fighting it so hard that she was losing herself more and more everything she tried to just simply kick him from her life.
He never left. He kept coming back over and over again with some smart ass comment about the weather and how she secretly wanted him. He knew. That frustrated her and usually lead to one hot ass kiss in the middle of the room together. He made her body ache with that desire to just be touched, to feel something other then a fist being slammed into her gut or a push against the wall.
I know I have to find you now
Can hear your name, I don't know how
Why can't we make this darkness feel like home?
She heard a clap of thunder and realized she was soaked to the bone and two or possibly three miles from home. She couldn't run in the rain. Damn it. One name came to mind as she pushed herself up from the bench and headed towards the diner that was nearby. Once in the lobby she wrung what she could out of the water and then did the same with her hair. She didn't know why his name was the first to pop into her mind as she shoved two quarters into the phone and dialed Sam's cell phone. Hopefully he would answer. Why couldn't they just make this work? At least for a little while. She gave a small sigh and then waited.
Perhaps he could warm her up and that thought of him merely holding her was enough to bring a smile to the slayers face.
"Sam, I'm at a diner, it's pouring rain, come get me?"
Buffy Summers
Buffy the Vampire Slayer
652 words