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Send the Pain Below
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Written 11:57 pm, May 20th
I bring you a Spike drabble, series finale.
“I hope you dance ‘til you burn.”
“You are dead inside.”
“What’s a word means glowing?”
Footsteps faded. He wanted to remember her smell, but all he saw was fire and
So this was it. This
was magic, fate, life.
It burned. It stung. It was fucking brilliant.
No, he was brilliant. Radiant. It was in him—this was inside him.
Look at me, he wanted to cry. I have the light. This
light is in me.
I have all of this inside of me. William the fucking Bloody.
Spike. I am here.
If he hadn’t been trapped glowing like a prismed nova, he’d
And I’m not empty.
He smiled, and he shined.