The grave that you refuse to leave

[wickedslayer]

"I'm not running."I could still feel his grip on my arms even as I watched the door slam shut behind him in the lobby. Thought about runnin' after him, asking him to stay again. Maybe it was me? Maybe I'd fucked it all up. I was all defensive and now he was leaving. Was it my fault? I'd been ignoring him for days, avoiding him. Only stoppin' long

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[wini_fred]

From the moment I met Faith I always thought she had a unique energy. As if her atoms seemed to emit a frequency different from any other persons. I had considered doing some routine tests to see if this was actually the case. Of course I knew it was not, this energy did not have it roots in sub-atomic science, no this was simply a study of stress and its effects on the human body, something more for Dr. Phil than Dr. Hawking.

"Hey Faith, we were making pasta and contemplating my need for a new wardrobe." I had a feeling Faith would not quite find this as interesting as Cordy but she still might like the distraction.

"The pasta should be done shortly." I offer poking the surface of the water with the spoon. "Are you hungry?"

[visiongirl]

Shopping. Faith. Shopping. Faith. Somehow shopping won over every time? I mean, there was Faith standing all stoic and serious and I couldn't stop smiling because Fred brought up shopping. Hey, a girl has to find the happiness somewhere, right? Besides, if anyone could use a shopping trip it was Faith. We could all go, be like a girl's day out. Except I was pretty certain it would end up with just the two of us. Faith didn't seem the shopping type

[wini_fred]

"Now that those of who were formerly evil are un-evil, I was thinking that maybe it was time to get the business back up and running again. What do you think?"

I contemplated this question as I drained the pasta in the colander and started to heat the sauce. Really get back to some semblance of normal would be nice, comforting even.

“Yes might as well, we need a hobby. Oh that and helping the helpless is a nice distraction.” I felt kind of selfish saying this but it was true. We all need distractions and might as well pick one with meaning.

I portion the food out onto the plates and take a seat suddenly feeling famished. “After all have visions will rescue.”

[wickedslayer]

I took a seat across from Cordelia at the table as Fred started dishing out pasta onto plates. Cordelia began slicing a knife into a hunk of french bread and I found myself studying the weapon for a minute. Not a weapon, a kitchen utensil. Funny how they all sort of looked the same.

"Some of us who were formerly evil are currently heading for the hills." I finally said quietly looking up at Cordelia, who only exchanged another look with Fred.

"What?" C asked loudly, narrowing her eyes at me. "Faith, what are you talking about?"

"Wes." I said, looking down at my plate and stabbing my fork into the noodles on it. Looking back up I saw both Fred and Cordelia staring at me. "He left. I don't think he's comin' back."

It was just us. For real this time. Me, the prom queen and Texas. We were so fucked.