Faith sat alone on the bus, watching out through the window as the lights of Sunnydale grew closer. She asked herself again just why she was coming back. The answer was as always: Buffy Summers.
/*/I remember days and nights were never cold
Had you in my life, I had you there to hold
And I remember love warm as a summer day
But I lost you
And I lost my way
Now I'm in the rain
Begging you please, please
Baby, won't you show me the way back to your heart/*/
She closed her eyes. < Jesus, I must be some desperate sadist to be doing this. I mean what am I thinking, she'd fall for me after all I did to her, an ex-con (formerly) mentally unstable and suicidal, second-rate slayer. She'd never see me as anything other than being seriously messed up. Still though, I want to see her again, show her, no, prove to her, that I've changed. I've got Angel and his Thai Chi and Yoga books to thank for that. Anyway, She's probably still with Beefstick and if not she's probably got some "Jack the Jock" or somebody like that. She's probably even fucking him right now.>
Faith shut her eyes tightly trying out the mental image of Buffy "with" someone else.
"this is totally fucking ridiculous", she cursed aloud to shocked looks and inquizative glances from some of her fellow passengers. she tried to regain some calmness. < Come on Faith, pull yourself together, your stressing over some girl>
The problem though, and Faith acknowledged this, was Buffy Summers was not just "some" girl, Buffy was to Faith, everything the younger slayer knew she ever wanted. The first person she ever allowed herself to feel any emotions other than hate, disgust or anger for. And then what happened? Then, she fucked both Buffy and anything that could have been there between the two over.
Faith sat with tear-filled eyes as the bus slowed down as it entered the city limits and whispered so quietly only her own slayer hearing could hear it, "She's the only person I've ever loved"
The bus slowed down again, eventually coming to a halt. Faith grabbed her backpack, edged her way up the aisle and exited the bus, thanking the driver as she did so. She threw her bag down on the ground, dug her hand into her pocket and a lighter and her pack if Marlboro Lights. She took one out and lit it, inhaling deeply the fumes, enjoying the soothing sensation, it brought, that washed over over her body. She slowly released the breath as the bus pulled away. She bent down to pick up the backpack again, not realising that, all this time she had not been alone.