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Let me rest in pieces *kiss* Hello. I've decided...well, okay, I haven't decided a thing. It's the lack of deciding you see here. It's just... I can't decide if I'm going to tackle this. I don't think I can. I don't have the strength to talk specifically about the instance that has made me watch an episode thrice in one day, cuddle with a piece of leather outerwear, and cry myself to sleep. So I'm just not going to. I'm leaving it at the fact that I can no longer listen to Rest in Peace without crying. Oh, you think I'm just overreacting? That I'm just another crazy fan-girl? I'm not... really. I know this guy. I've been hugged by this guy. He isn't Spike. But that didn't stop a piece of me from being crushed when he dissolved into cinder and ash. Back to avoiding it. It's all really over. That part is just hitting me. I just can't believe it. Seven years...and it's gone. Completely. Seven years, they fought against a Hellmouth for the little town of Sunnydale, and now it resembles what I imagine a swimming pool would look like directly after Stay-Puft did a cannonball into it. Guess Spike really wasn't lying when he promised that town would burn. I'm surprised by how I was affected. I didn't...I didn't expect it. I mean... I didn't expect to care when Anya died. I didn't. "Oh god! I'm terrified! I...I just thought you were gonna be terrified, and then I'd just be sarcastic about it, but..." That's kinda me. I thought, "ah, it's just Anya. She might die, but she's been boring and pointless lately anyway... ah well." Heck. No. I miss her...I can't stand it. She died saving Andrew, and... I want her back. I want them all back. In a sense, every single one of the beloved Scoobies died Tuesday night. And I miss them all. Screw hating Kennedy and Wood. There's a party in my brain socket, and they're all invited back. Please. God...I can't stand it. *sigh* I'm gonna go. I've got pictures to upload...and this is just... argh. <-Ghost-> Songs: Rest in Peace~Spike, OMWF or, Rest in Pieces~Saliva Quote: Spike: I can feel it. Buffy: What? Spike: My soul...*gets teary* It's really there... *beat* kinda stings. ..... "I'm gonna see how this ends... *insane laughter, crackle noises...fade to dust*" * ** *** ** * ~IN MEMORIUM~ Spike, aka William the Bloody. Fought both against and alongside the Slayer for five years, and became the champion of them all. May he finally be able to rest in peace. * ** *** ** * |
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