He's wondered what it would be like to live with someone. After Faith's brief stay, he's starting to get an idea.

Messy, and he doesn't mean the ruined, blood-splattered tiles in the bathroom. The raw rage and despair behind every blow makes it less destruction than a reshaping of her world to one where she's not facing a demon in the body of a friend.

No; he's talking about torn clothing, holding her scent, on the floor, a mug of coffee half-full, skinned over and bitter, and the deplorable way she's squeezed the toothpaste from the middle.

He misses her.

7/12/05

Return to Home

Click here if you'd like to send feedback