Just two warriors passing in the night.
Hey, y’know what sucks?
It’s beautiful, and it steals her breath away. The sun closer than any human has seen, illuminating the room in pinks and purples and orange. The blackness of space lit up by the brilliance around it. It’s everything Spike has claimed it would be. >“I want you to have this,” he whispers from somewhere behind her, and she realizes suddenly that she hasn’t let go of his hand yet. They remain attached in the shadows, and she can’t bring herself to move any further away.“I know you’ll never want to stay here again. Not without more trouble. But…when you come to visit…I want you to have this light.” His voice is hoarse, and she can feel her own throat closing up. >“I want to give you the sun.” >“I don’t want the sun,” she murmurs, the emotions overwhelming her until there are tears running down her face. “I want…” She remembers months of waiting, missing, wondering when he’d finally come back to her. >She takes a step back, retreating into the shadows and indirect sunlight. “I want you.” >And then she’s crying and moving closer, and through the sheen of tears dimming her view she can see his eyes wide and awed, and when she clasps her hands against his cheeks and pulls his mouth to her own, it’s a whole different kind of beautiful.the end
“You know what was real ? You showing up when I needed someone. Thanks.”