going, going, gone ♡ ( fin. )

session nine

⇁three months later ↼

Maybe on another planet in a different time, it would've felt like winter.  if they weren't floating in the atmosphere, maybe they could've touched down to watch snowfall somewhere.

Edward was dancing around the ship in a sweatshirt she had haphazardly knitted and Jet was cooking in the kitchen.

Faye was secluded in her room, because Spike had been out've bed for sometime now and she couldn't handle it.

She hadnt looked him in the eye nor spoken to him, and unresolved feelings were drilling a hole in her chest. Her stomach was growling in spite of that though, she hadn't eaten since yesterday morning because she caught a glimpse of his lanky frame coming her way and she tossed everything out and darted to the bathroom before she could even meet his eyes.

She was terrified. Her slender fingers clutched the loose fabric of her yellow top. Her hair grew a little longer, and it fluffed out over her face. She wanted to cut it back below her ears, but she felt too lazy.

She forced herself up outve bed, brushing the strands aside. Faye made it to her doorway and peered out. She didn't see Spike anywhere, her hopes soared.

Slowly she made it to the kitchen only to stop in her tracks. He was seated at the kitchen table; Jet was working the stove too preoccupied to noticed Faye.

Spike noticed though, his eyes traced her for a short moment before darting back to his glass plate. He didn't look the same, he looked better, nicer maybe ? Faye knew Jet was watching Spike's diet carefully. She remembered getting an earful of an argument over whether Spike could smoke or not.

Jet refused all poisons even liquor. It almost made her chuckle. His dark green hair grew out to be even more unruly, falling across his forehead. The tips of the strands resting just above his eyebrows. He sat in front of a tall glass of fruit juice, and she noticed crumbs in his dish so he probably just finished eating.

"You avoid me and then you wanna come and stare, make up your mind romani." He mumbled, reaching for his glass of juice. Faye tensed her eyes narrowing, "Sorry I don't feel the need to talk to a man who abandoned us."

"You talked plenty when I was comatose."

Faye looked at the floor, her fists were balled. "I hate you." She snarled, her head shot up and she darted forward with tears tickling her eyes. Spike looked shocked, so much so the glass slipped outve his hand and shattered. The juice splashed over their legs and Faye felt glass go into her feet painfully so.

Jet scoffed, "Lemme know when you two are done with your soap opera." He turned off the stove and left in a hurry.

Spike's eyes followed the back of Jet's head and he looked away, "You always have to start a fight huh?" He said looking up at Faye and she swallowed looking down at him.

"And you always have to finish it."

He nodded, "You know I- I didnt mean for it to happen like this, -"

"Save it Spike," She grumbled with a softer tone and dropped lower to start cleaning up the glass. Faye made sure to be very careful with her fingers, and Spike grumbled. She looked up with a questionable expression, "If you have a problem why don't you clean it ?" She tried to bicker but Spike silently handed her a small dustpan and handbroom. Faye shut her mouth and took it, pursing her lips she swept up the glass and went to wipe the rest of the liquid left behind.