Author: A small drabble that has apparently been sitting on my computer for quiet awhile. I just noticed it, but here it is.

Hearts break, hearts mend
Love still hurts
Visions clash, planes crash
Still there's talk of
Saving souls, still the cold
Is closing in on us - Sarah McLachlan: World On Fire

World On Fire
You're Gone

Faye turned away, eyes of the coldest emerald focusing on everything and nothing at all. The Glock in her hand was a gentle weight of remembrance. Behind closed eyes, planes crashed and hearts cracked. People screamed and she was just a child of the world. Death should have consumed her, but Fate was never on her side and she survived.

Now, all she had left was the gentle weight of the gun and the suffocating memories that surrounded her. He was gone. A prisoner of his dreams. A forced laugh escaped her, shadowed by the tears that created a design upon the floor at her feet. The line of light was broken, signaling another presence within the hall. Head tilted, Faye didn't even bother to look up. She knew who was there by the shadow cast upon the floor.

"Faye…"

She couldn't even face him. Not now. Her memories had flooded back and she had confessed so much, only to have it thrown back in her face. Did he see her as a broken doll? Faye continued to keep her head down, eyes closed. Almost as if she were saying a silent pray, but no God wanted to hear her selfish pleas.

"Faye."

Not harsh, just with more authority. She opened her eyes, faced with the tear stains upon the floor. He wasn't moving, but neither was she. At least, not quick enough to suit him.

"Faye."

A gentle sigh escaped her this time as she finally looked up, meeting his eyes. Jet raised an eyebrow, looking around the hall. Closing his own eyes, he stepped forward.

"He's gone."

Her voice was soft and it barely reached his ears. He felt the guilt as it crashed over his exhausted body in waves. Spike was gone.