Part Three
*Cause you were the one sure thing.
The one sure thing.
Maybe I’m not crazy, just inconsolable.
Inconsolable.*
How long Buffy sat huddled at the bottom of the phone booth she had no idea. Not that it mattered... to anyone. It wasn’t as if there were someone waiting for her to come home, no one would wonder where she was. There was not one soul here to miss her.
The rain had come and gone, then come again. It still pattered softly, soothingly against the glass of her tiny shelter. Very few cars had passed by, carrying those inside to their various destinations, safe and warm. And they had all just passed by. No one had stopped; not one man, woman or child had taken a moment to ask the small shaking figure in the pale booth-light if there was anything wrong, anything they could do.
Are you lost little girl? Can’t you find your way home?
Buffy doubted that any of them had even noticed her there, and she was suddenly so lonely it was almost a physical pain. She missed her mother. She missed Willow and Xander and Oz, even Cordelia. She missed Giles. She missed them all so much it stole her breath. Did they miss her this much, too? Did they wake in the morning without the memory of her absence, only to look around and remember?
Were their hearts as broken as her own?
Buffy turned her eyes back to the phone above her, the numbers running insistently through her mind as her gaze traveled over the silver and black shape. She slowly reached out a hand to steady herself as she rose back to her feet, gently touching the glass at her sides as if afraid that the entire thing would shatter around her like a dream if she moved too quickly.
She reached a hand into her pocket, pulling out its contents. Amid a couple of gum wrappers and some pocket lint was a small handful of change. She pulled out the pennies, silently counting the silver money. Nearly three and a half dollars... waitressing had its advantages after all. A survey of her other pockets produced another couple of dollars.
Just a voice, for just a moment. Is that so much to ask?
Trying not to second-guess the decision, she dropped the coins into the phone in quick succession, then dialed the number that was at the forefront of her mind.
Far too many miles away, a phone began to ring.
To Be Continued...
|
|
|
|
Rave
Barbie Girl (Becca)
biscuit07
Filmtheory (Jim)
Malice (Jess)
MebbtheScribe (MichaelB)
Reset (Allie)
Shay (Marrisa)
somnambulist29 (Shea)
Stephanie Loss
Wendyness (Wendy)
Questions?Contact Us
|
|
All stories on this site have been archived with the authors' consent. Do not copy these stories for your own uses without the express consent of the author themselves. Buffy the Vampire Slayer TM and Angel TM are © UPN, WB, Fox and its related entities. All photos on the site are © UPN, Fox, Warner Bros, and/or their respective owners. No profits are being made by use of these images.
Powered with the assitance of eFiction.
|
|
|
