Fic: Untitled

[gabrielleabelle]

Title: Untitled
Rating: R
Character: Buffy
Warnings: A pretty intense look at depression along with suicidal thoughts. Skip if you think it'll be trigger-y for you
Word Count: 673 words
Summary: There are times when even a shower can't clear the mind.

Author's note: It dawned on me about a week ago that, while I've written some substantial meta on

Comments

[elisi]

Oh God, this is *incredible*. Fantastic look inside Buffy's head, that rings so very, very true.

Especially loved:

Love is pain and the Slayer forges strength from pain, but Buffy doesn't feel any of it. Is there something beyond pain? She sucks in air that should go to someone who isn't dead. Vampires...they're not wasting anything. She was a burden while dead and now is a burden while alive and would be a burden upon death again. Someone's rigged the damn game. The love that is pain that is strength that is her should make it all better, but it doesn't. Which one of those got left in her coffin?

[gabrielleabelle]

Awesome. That paragraph went through a lot of editing, so I'm glad it ended up making an impact. :)

[stormwreath]

Woah.

[gabrielleabelle]

...kitten?

[stormwreath]

Only if you can spare one. I'm guessing you're going to have to hand out a lot of them with this fic.
:-)

[gabrielleabelle]

Nah. Kittens are a renewable resource. ;)

[eilowyn]

Yep. That's what it feels like.

[gabrielleabelle]

:)

[menomegirl]

Wow. That was a stunning silent painful cry for help and was very well-written.

[gabrielleabelle]

Thanks. :)

[gabrielleabelle]

Thanks. :)