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rosehiptea.livejournal.com) wrote in 31_days2009-09-03 09:05 pm
[September 3] [Cowboy Bebop] Words Spoken to a Bonsai Tree
Title: Words Spoken to a Bonsai Tree
Day/Theme: September 3/IT GETS UNDER YOUR SKIN, LIFE.
Series: Cowboy Bebop
Character/Pairing: Jet/Spike
Rating: PG
Word Count: 364
Warning: Major Spoilers
Sure, I keep remembering Spike. Maybe more than I'd like to admit. I may be nothing but a burnt-out old bounty hunter but I have feelings too.
And I'm not that old.
Anyway, the thing is... we weren't lovers. I'm pretty sure Spike only ever loved one person and it wasn't me. And I only ever loved-- well, I don't know.
Now, we did share a bed now and then. No harm in that, reaching out for another person, even if you're not the one they really want.
And I like to think we were friends. There was stuff he never told me, but there's plenty I never told him either. We watched each other's backs, though, and that's the most important thing.
But in the end I wasn't watching his back when he went straight out the door and died on me. There was nothing I could have done to stop him, or so I tell myself. Maybe he was meant to die like he did, with her. I just don't know.
It's something I can't really understand, I guess, because I never had someone be more important to me than life. With the life I've had you wouldn't think I'd be so attached to it, you know? But life gets to you that way, makes you want to keep going even when there doesn't seem to be any reason. Except it didn't work that way for Spike.
Do I miss him? Hell yeah. I miss telling him my stories, the ones he got so sick of. I miss listening to him complain about the damn food. I miss the way he'd lie in my bed with his hands behind his head and just breathe.
But all that time, she was out there, and she pulled him back to her. I wish I'd have known her, because she must have been something. Maybe she wasn't meant to stay long in this world either. Or maybe the whole mess was just damned wrong.
But I keep going, no matter how many other people go away. Life has a hold on me, like I said.
I just wish Spike had held on to life too.
Day/Theme: September 3/IT GETS UNDER YOUR SKIN, LIFE.
Series: Cowboy Bebop
Character/Pairing: Jet/Spike
Rating: PG
Word Count: 364
Warning: Major Spoilers
Sure, I keep remembering Spike. Maybe more than I'd like to admit. I may be nothing but a burnt-out old bounty hunter but I have feelings too.
And I'm not that old.
Anyway, the thing is... we weren't lovers. I'm pretty sure Spike only ever loved one person and it wasn't me. And I only ever loved-- well, I don't know.
Now, we did share a bed now and then. No harm in that, reaching out for another person, even if you're not the one they really want.
And I like to think we were friends. There was stuff he never told me, but there's plenty I never told him either. We watched each other's backs, though, and that's the most important thing.
But in the end I wasn't watching his back when he went straight out the door and died on me. There was nothing I could have done to stop him, or so I tell myself. Maybe he was meant to die like he did, with her. I just don't know.
It's something I can't really understand, I guess, because I never had someone be more important to me than life. With the life I've had you wouldn't think I'd be so attached to it, you know? But life gets to you that way, makes you want to keep going even when there doesn't seem to be any reason. Except it didn't work that way for Spike.
Do I miss him? Hell yeah. I miss telling him my stories, the ones he got so sick of. I miss listening to him complain about the damn food. I miss the way he'd lie in my bed with his hands behind his head and just breathe.
But all that time, she was out there, and she pulled him back to her. I wish I'd have known her, because she must have been something. Maybe she wasn't meant to stay long in this world either. Or maybe the whole mess was just damned wrong.
But I keep going, no matter how many other people go away. Life has a hold on me, like I said.
I just wish Spike had held on to life too.