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“It’s been almost a week now since I slept with Kennedy and so far, Faith has kept her promise. Then again, it’s only been a few days.”

“You think she’ll actually try to do something?” Willow asks apprehensively.

“C’mon, it’s Faith we’re talking about,” I scoff, leaning my back against the railing of the patio.

“Yeah,” she looks thoughtful for a moment, “but, why does she even care? I mean, she’s probably out chasing tail right now.”

“She is,” I hesitate, “and she only cares, because it’s Kennedy.”

“Wait, so, she wouldn’t care if you slept with some stranger?” her voice unconvinced.

“She wouldn’t give a damn,” which is the truth.

“Do you understand this Faith logic? ’Cause I sure don’t.”

“Sadly, yes, I do understand.”

“Care to elaborate?”

“Same reason I let her sleep with club skanks and not Cordelia.”

“Right, and that’s because…?”

“Because Cordelia actually poses a threat to me, whereas the club skanks are just Faith’s toys.”

“So, let me get this straight, after all this twisted logic, it’s because she’s actually afraid of losing you to Kennedy?”

“Jeez, don’t sound so cynical Will,” I look at her and grin, “is it that difficult to believe that she doesn’t want to lose me?”

“No… I—”

“Besides, where else is she going to find a girl who will put up with her behavior?”

“Honey, I’m home,” Faith calls from inside.

“That’s my cue to leave,” Will says standing up.

I walk my best friend to the door and we say our goodbyes. I then turn my attention to Faith who’s now sitting on the kitchen counter. I slowly saunter over to her. Spreading her legs, I place myself in between them and wrap my arms around her waist. Biting my lip, I look up at her through my eyelashes with an evil smirk.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Faith looks at me suspiciously.

“You forgot…” I accuse gently, starting to kiss her neck.

“Don’t be silly, I didn’t forget anything,” she replies nervously.

“Mmm… hmm… and what is it didn’t you forget?” I murmur into her neck.

“I uh…” kiss... “didn’t forget…” kiss… “your uh…” wrong, bite... “ow… I mean our... our...” better, another kiss… “anniversary?” yes, kiss. That’s a good girl.

I pull away and beam, “I’m glad you didn’t forget, honey, I can’t wait to see what you have planned for tomorrow.” She gives me a tense smile.

“I would never forget such a thing.”

“Of course not,” I tilt my head up and kiss her affectionately on the lips. “Don’t disappoint me Faith…” I whisper, “I put up with a lot from you and I don’t ask for much … only a few days out of the year… our anniversary happens to be one of them.” I turn on my heels and walk away from her.

“Pfft, tomorrow’s gonna be fantastic, just you wait.”

“I hope so,” I mutter over my shoulder.

I was surprised when she told me we were going to have an early dinner at Tavern on The Green in Central Park today... more surprised when we were seated at one of the most romantic tables in the restaurant... and even further shocked to see the gift she got me – the necklace from Winston’s that I’ve been wanting for months.

She never ceases to amaze me.

“I’m impressed Faith,” I loop my arm through hers as we stroll through the park, “you pulled off a lot in one day.”

“Yeah well, I do what I can,” she says as she makes a grand gesture towards a waiting horse drawn carriage. Now I’m absolutely taken aback, she hasn’t been this romantic since…

“This is so sweet, Faith,” she puts her arm around my shoulders as we relax in the carriage. “You haven’t tried this hard since we had just started dating.”

“Well, that was just ’cause I was still tryin’ to get in them panties.”

“So… you’re saying that, all I have to do for you to get all romantic-y with me, is to hold out for awhile?” A look of realization hits her.

“Uh… no, that’s not what I meant,” she recovers quickly.

“And maybe, if I play my cards right, you might even tell me you love me?”

“We’ll see how the night goes…”

Then of course, who has to ruin an otherwise wonderful evening by being alive?

Cordelia Chase.

We’re having dessert at Serendipity’s when Cordelia walks in with her loyal following of skankettes. Ugh. Not even a frozen hot chocolate can rid you of the foul taste of Cordelia Chase.

“Oh my god, look Harm, its Faith and… Buffy,” the whore squeals when she recognizes us, wonderful.

“Cordelia…” Faith starts awkwardly.

“Gee, I hope you don’t mind if we sit with you.”

“Actually—” my date begins.

“That’s great,” she fakes a smile and sits down with us. I was just talking to Harmony and Whitney about—”

“Beat it, Cordy,” I snap angrily.

“Why Buffy, how rude,” Cordelia scolds.

“I’m serious Cordelia. Faith and I are trying to enjoy our anniversary dinner, so you can leave or I’ll make you leave.”

“Ugh, bitch,” she mutters to Harmony as they leave, but I don’t care, as long as they leave.

“C’mon kitten, let’s go home,” Faith throws a hundred dollar bill on table and grabs my hand.

“You set this up didn’t you?” I ask, as soon as we’re inside the limo.

“What, moi? Never,” but a smirk escapes her lips. I knew it.

“Faith, you sneaky devil,” I crawl over her lap and straddle her. “Why would you do such a thing?” I feign anger as best I can.

“I would never, baby,” she grins, wickedly.

“Faith…” I lean in to bite her neck.

“Okay,” she surrenders, “it’s just that… you’re such little minx after you have a bitch-brawl with Cordy…” she flips me onto my back and I wrap my legs around her waist, “and it’s pretty fucking hot.”

I pull her head down, crushing our lips together. “Say it Faith,” I whisper as she starts to suck on my collarbone.

“I love you, Buffy,” she breathes huskily into my ear.


“That sounds so romantic…” Willow gushes. I just had to tell her about our anniversary date, it’s not everyday that— actually, it’s almost never that Faith is romantic.

“It was,” I gush back.

“I didn’t know she had it in her,” Will teases, “way to light a fire under her ass.”

“To be perfectly honest, I really don’t think her ass is where I lit the fire,” I smirk. She thinks about it for a minute and then goes wide-eyed, understanding my innuendo.

“Oh,” she blushes.

“Although, she’s been acting a bit odd since then,” I tilt my head to side a little, Faith just hasn’t been herself since our anniversary.

“How so?” she asks, curiously.

“She’s been…” I pause, trying to come up with the right word, “nice.”

“Nice?” Will asks incredulously, “She’s been acting nice and you’re worried?”

“Yes,” I’m very worried.


“Well, for starters, she’s not bringing home that club trash anymore…”

“Maybe she’s tired of them,” she suggests, optimistically.

“She stayed home with me yesterday and watched a movie…”

“Maybe she was tired,” again, with the optimism.

“She cuddled me after sex…”

“Maybe she—”

“No. And yesterday, she even bought me flowers. Flowers, Will. Flowers! She never buys me flowers.”

“Buffy… don’t you think you’re being a tad bit… unreasonable?”

“Look Will, I know her and she isn’t that nice to me unless there’s something going on.”

“Maybe she’s had a change of heart…”

“Yeah, and maybe, just maybe, pigs can fly and elephants can walk on their hind legs.”

“Um, Buffy, elephants can walk on their hind legs,” she corrects.

“Okay fine, but this is Faith,” I snort.

Will looks thoughtful for a moment, then gives up, “Yeah, you’re right, sorry. So what do you think she’s up to?”

“I don’t know, but I’m going to find out.”

“You don’t think it could be Cordelia, do you?” I do, but, for her sake, I certainly hope not.

Then, a thought crosses my mind – a thought that only kinda hurts. Faith’s home. Faith’s home alone. Alone, without me. Faith doesn’t stay home.

“Sorry, Will, I gotta go, I uh, left the stove on,” I lie horribly.

“Buff, you don’t cook.”

“I know…” think something, something good, “…which is why I left the stove on. Gotta go, bye.” With that, I run and hop in the nearest cab. I don’t have time to wait for the limo driver.

When I get home, Faith is still there and unexpectedly, she’s alone. Hmm… maybe she has changed for the better. I walk over to her bedroom door, she’s on her cell phone, hmm… I can hear her side of the conversation, but I don’t know who’s on the other end.

“…no, she has no idea… she doesn’t suspect a thing… I know, I’ve been playing her like a violin… no, not a clue… yeah, make sure you call me on this number… okay, I’ll be over later…”

“Faith, baby, I’m home,” I call out sweetly, as if I just entered.

“I’ve gotta go,” she mutters quickly and flips the phone shut as I walk in, “Hey kitten, you’re uh… home early, I thought you were gonna be with Red today.” I stroll over to her and graze her lips with my own.

“I was, but then I missed you. You’ve been so sweet to me lately, I thought I’d come home and thank you properly,” I smile seductively.

“Oh,” she gives me dimpled grin.

“So, who was that on the phone?” I ask offhandedly, taking off my top and pushing Faith onto the bed. I slowly start trailing kisses down her throat, making her breath hitch.

“I, er, it was… no one, just a telemarketer,” dirty liar. I know she’s lying – not just ’cause I was eavesdropping, but she just got that phone, and nobody has that number yet, but me. There’s no way a telemarketer can have that number yet. But I pretend to accept her answer anyway.

I rummage though her clothing, which is now lying on a pile on the floor and quickly find her cell phone. Let’s see who you were really talking to… I pull up the last call and it says: “C”


I knew it.

Dammit Faith.

I’ve put on my clothes and packed a bag, I’m standing in the living room waiting for her when she comes out to look for me.

“Hey baby,” she leers, walking over and trying to kiss me, “I wasn’t done with you yet.” I push her away.

“Faith, we need to talk,” I say with no hint of emotion in my voice.

“Aw crap, this is gonna be one of those talks isn’t it?”

“I’m leaving.”

“Oh, where are you going?”

“I’m going to stay at the Waldorf for a few days.”

“Why? I know the beds there are nice, but—”

“No, you don’t get it,” I emphasize the last part slowly, “I’m leaving you.”

“What?!? You can't just leave me.”

“Why not?” I hiss.


“Well, that’s a wonderful reason,” I retort sarcastically.

“Baby... c’mon, don’t leave,” she tries to hold my hand, but I pull away.

“I put up with so much from you, I let you sleep with whoever you want and all I ask is that you stay away from Cordelia and you—” I’m yelling now and I can’t stop, I didn’t want my anger to get the best of me, but I can’t help it.

“I haven’t been with Cordelia.”

“Maybe not yet, but you were going to,” I accuse bitterly.

“No, I wasn’t,” wow, she truly manages to sound sincere.

“So you’re telling me that wasn’t Cordelia Chase you were talking to when I came home?”

“What? No.”

“Then who were you talking to?”

“I can’t say.”

“Why not?”

Silence. She looks down at the ground.

“Yeah well, then I can’t stay,” I walk towards the door.

“I love you,” she calls after me desperately, her voice actually cracks a little and I turn around to face her.

“No, you don’t,” I hiss angrily, I whirl around again walk to the door, “And that’s the problem.”

“No baby, I mean it, I love you.” How dare she?

Regaining my composure, I turn and look her in the eyes, “Faith, in all the time that I’ve known you, do you honestly expect me to believe that?”

Her mouth moves a bit, but no sound comes out, then she says, “Well, no. But it’s the truth.”

I sigh, “No, Faith, the truth is, you just want to possess me. You don’t want me to love anyone else, but you certainly aren’t ready to love me yourself.”

“I...” her eyes are downcast.

“Look me in the eye and tell me that what I just said isn’t true.”


“That’s what I thought,” I slam the door behind me and run into the open elevator. I hit the button for the first floor and sink against the back wall, crying.


I have no idea what’s wrong with me. I ask her to tell me she loves me and she does. I ask her to mean it and she does – well, at least she sounded like it. I ask her to be nice to me and she is. So why did it hurt more when I got what I wanted? Why is it that the more she did what I asked, the more miserable I became? Why can’t I let myself just be happy?

I blame it on my mother. But these last few years, I blame everything on my mother. Nope, I was never good enough for her, no matter what I did. Oh no, little Buffy, can’t do anything right. When Dawn was born I thought that my mother would leave me alone, but no, Dawn could do no wrong and neither can Faith. Faith…

I need more vodka.

Slowly, I walk out onto the balcony of the hotel. Taking in the beautiful Manhattan skyline, a smile crosses my face as I feel a pair of strong arms slide around my waist. Leaning back, I rest my head against her shoulder. I turn my head to look up at her and she smiles, a genuine smile; she leans forward planting a soft, lingering kiss on my lips.

“Mmm…” I moan softly as she pulls away.

“I love you Buffy.”

“I love you too, Faith.”

“Come home, baby,” she pleads gently.

“Only if that’s what you really want,” I turn around in her arms and face her.

“It is…” she leans down to kiss me again, this time more passionately.

*knock, knock*

What the?

*knock, knock*

“Wha, huh?”

The knocking on the hotel door rouses me from my slumber. I look around the room, yep still at the hotel – alone. Stupid sexy Faith has to invade my dreams too. The knocking gets louder and faster.

“Hold your horses, I’m coming,” I yell at the general direction of the door. As I stumble towards the door, I realize I don’t want to see anyone – more specifically, I don’t want anyone to see me.

“Go away,” I shout, “I’m not accepting any visitors.”

“Buffy, darling, it’s your mother. Open up.” Oh. Crap.

“Go away mother, I have nothing to say to you.”

“Well, dear, I have some things that I need to say to you.” When I don’t open the door, she continues, “And I don’t fancy yelling them through the door, I’m not leaving.”

“Well, that’s too bad mother, I’m not opening the door.”

“Buffy, why must you be so difficult?”

“Please, go away mother,” she is definitely one person I don’t want to talk to right now.

“Buffy Anne Summers, you open this door!”

“No!” I pout, I don’t care that she can’t see me, I pout for good measure.

“Fine we’ll do it your way then,” she surrenders. “Why am I paying for you to stay here while you have a perfectly good luxury apartment?” my mother yells through the door.

“What?” I open the door. “You can’t honestly tell me you don’t know why.”

She steps inside and surveys me carefully, “You look like hell.”

“Thanks mom, nice of you to visit,” I hiss sarcastically.

“Well Buffy, I went to look for you at home and you weren’t there. Faith told me you’d be here, but then, the concierge said you’d been here for at least a week. What in the heck is going on?”

“Faith didn’t tell you?”

“Oh honey, are you two having problems again? Because she seemed more than willing to want to try and work—”

“No mother, to have problems, you have to first have a relationship,” I interrupt quickly.

“What?” I’ve never seen her look so confused.

“We broke up.”

“Oh,” she looks surprised. I roll my eyes and walk away from her. “Are you still coming up to the Hampton’s this weekend for your father’s party?”

I just broke up with the love of my life and all you can ask me is if I’m coming to your stupid party? No ‘are okay dear?’ or ‘how are you doing?’

Heartless bitch.

“Yes mother, I will be at your party. Is that all?”

“Well, yes.”

“Great.” I shove her out the door and lock it behind her. I’m going pour myself another shot.

I’m more than a little surprised when I arrive at the party and no one asks me about the break up. Not one single person. I guess mom didn’t tell anyone. Or else I’d at least be stared at and whispered about, but I’m pretty relieved that didn’t happen. After mingling with the guests and the usual polite chit chat, I find an empty bedroom to catch my breath. I’m lucky because the room I find has its own miniature liquor cabinet.

I hear the door quietly open and close behind me. I don’t have to turn around to know who it is, I just continue to stare out the window. Catching her reflection in the window, she walks over to dresser and puts a CD in the stereo. A sweet, slow tune begins to play.

“I didn’t think you’d be here,” I say casually.

“I was hoping I’d run into you,” is her reply. I turn around and face her for the first time in days.

[I remember when you used to be mine
Way back when
I was too naïve to love you right
But now if I only had another opportunity
I would do anything
Because my heart still believes]

She hands me a single long stem rose…

[Maybe you could be mine again
Maybe we could make that dream for real
Like way back then
When love was yours and mine
Maybe we could bring it back to life]

She pulls me into her arms and we begin to slow dance…

[It’s irrelevant to dwell on the past
I’m accountable for what went bad
And I mean that
But I keep on praying for another chance
Just to have you back
Cause I’ve grown
And I know how to be your everything]

I drape my arms around her neck and look into her beautiful brown eyes…

[Maybe you could be mine again
Maybe we could make that dream for real
Like way back then
When love was yours and mine
Maybe we could bring it back to life]

Placing feather-soft kisses on my neck, she whispers “I’m so sorry”…

[No, no it ain’t over yet
I just can’t accept the possibility
We weren’t made for each other’s arms
I know you’re my destiny
We can’t erase what was meant to be
Part of you and part of me
If we try one more time
Maybe somehow we’ll survive]

I step closer to her, pressing our bodies together so that not even light could pass between them…

[Maybe you could be mine again
Maybe we could make that dream for real
Like way back then
When love was yours and mine
Boy maybe we could bring it back
Maybe we could bring it back
Maybe we could bring it back to…
Maybe you could be mine]

As the song ends, she looks into my eyes and begs, “Please Buffy, give me another chance?”

“This was incredibly sweet Faith, but it’s just too little, too late.”


Leaving my parents’ party and a very pissed off Faith, I have the driver drop by Kennedy’s. I haven’t seen her since I accidentally called her Faith and I want to see how she’s doing. Even if she doesn’t let me in, I’ll feel better knowing I tried. Luckily, I spot Kennedy walking out of her building just as the driver pulls up. Must be my lucky night, first the party and now this, maybe I should buy a lottery ticket? As soon as the driver pulls to a stop, I don’t even wait for him to open the door. I jump out and run over to her.

“Buffy, what are you doing here?”

“Kennedy, hi, I was just in the neighborhood and I wanted to come by and see how you were doing ’cause I feel really bad about how we left things the last time I was here and I really— I’m babbling now and I’ll stop,” I manage to get out all in one breath. I notice a frown cross her face when I mention the events of my last visit though.

“I’m… I’m okay,” she replies quietly. When I finally muster up the courage to look her in the eye, I instantly notice the shiner that’s being concealed by makeup. I reach over to touch her face and she flinches away.

“Who did this to you?” I ask angrily.

“So how is Faith?” she asks coldly. Faith? Why—?

“Faith did this?” I can’t believe it! I specifically told her to stay away from Kennedy.

“So how are you two doing? Good I hope, Willow told me that she’s actually beginning to treat you like a human being,” her tone is so bitter and sarcastic, I’m not used to hearing her like this – even though I know I deserve it.

“We broke up,” I say faintly.

“Figures,” she rolls her eyes and begins to walk away from me. I catch her arm and stop her.

“Kennedy, I said I was sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I didn’t mean it.”

“You must think I’m an idiot,” her voice becomes heated.

“Nothing could be further from the truth.”

“Did you really think that I didn’t know about your relationship with Faith when we were together?”

“You did?” I never thought she suspected anything. “Why didn’t you ever say anything?” I ask quietly.

“Because I loved you!” Kennedy practically shouts at me.


“You love her and you always will,” she hesitates, “because that’s how I feel about you. So don’t tell me now that just because you finally decided to leave her, that you don’t still love her.”

“That maybe so, but that doesn’t mean that I never cared about you. It kills me that I hurt you and I—”

“Stop Buffy, if you really cared about me, then you would leave me alone.”

“Is that what you really want? You want me to leave you alone?”

“Yes.” That hurts.

“Then, I guess, that’s what I’ll do,” I answer dejectedly. Turning around, I return to the limo without looking back. By the time I’m inside the car, she’s already out of sight. Well… that could’ve been worse – well, not really. I would give anything to take back what I did to her, she didn’t deserve to be hurt because Faith and I are insane. Speaking of which…

Violently throwing open the door, to our once shared apartment, I once again find myself coming face to face with Faith.

“Buffy,” she smiles, “I knew you’d come home.” Faith walks over and attempts to give me a hug, I forcefully shove her away.

“How could you? I specifically told you to stay away from her!” I shout, backing her against the wall.

“Whoa, hang on there,” she puts up her hands in surrender. “I told you I didn’t sleep with Cordy.”


“I definitely didn’t sleep with her either.”

“Don’t be a smart ass, I know you gave her that black eye. What the fuck were you thinking?”

“That she wouldn’t bruise that easy…?”

I glare at her and slam her back against the wall. “You promised me,” I hiss.

“I know but—”

“But nothing, you promised me you’d stay away from her and you lied. Do you see why I can’t be with you?”


“Because everything that comes out of your mouth is a lie, Faith, because there’s no way that I could every trust you.”

“Y’know, this may be a bad time to bring this up. But this angry, ferocious version of you is making me kinda hot…”

“Ugh! You are impossible!” I turn to storm away from her, but she pulls me back.

“Wait, I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking.”

“Do you ever?”

“Yes,” her tone changes to a serious one, “lately, all I can think about is you. I know you don’t believe me when I say ‘I love you’ and I don’t blame you. But please just hear me out?”

“Fine,” I sigh.

“I’m an idiot.”

“Not gonna argue with you there.”

“Right, but with you being gone these last couple of weeks, I’ve realized that I’m probably never going to find anyone who’s going to put up with me the way you have.”

“Why don’t you give Cordelia a call? I’m sure she’d try.”

“C’mon, baby, you’ve gotta know that Cordy never meant anything to me.”

“Then why did you go to such great lengths to fuck her?”

“Because it pissed you off!” she exclaims excitedly.

“I’m done with this conversation,” I again turn to leave, only to be dragged back by Faith – again.

“Hear me out, babe. You never got pissed about anyone else, just Cordy and it was nice to know that you cared – ’sides, it’s not even like she was all that great in bed.” I reach out and smack her upside the head.

“You really are an idiot.”

“Yes, but see, I figured it out. It’s you! I’m an idiot for you! Wait— no, that didn’t come out quite right…” she scratches her head.

“Goodnight Faith,” I sigh.

“Buffy please,” she grabs my hand and gets down on her knees. “Just give me another chance. I know I don’t deserve one, but just let me try and I’ll spend the rest of my life showing you how much I love you. Look at me, I’m on my knees begging you, would you believe this if you weren’t seeing it for yourself? Please, just one more chance?”


“You just don’t get it, do you? I can’t trust you,” I bring her to a standing position, “I love you Faith, but I can’t be with you.” I lean forward slowly to brush my lips against hers, letting a single tear slide down my cheek, and then I abruptly turn on my heels to leave.

“Please B, we belong together,” she begs desolately, but I keep my back to her.

“No Faith, I can’t do this anymore,” I keep my voice cold and distant, in order to suppress a sob.

“Buffy, please…” she croaks tiredly, “please don’t… don’t let it end like this.”

But I ignore her and don’t turn around. I know that if I turn around now, I’ll never be able to leave. I just keep walking. Once I’m safely inside the elevator, I stop struggling to contain the tears that have been threatening to burst from me for what feels like forever. Resting my forehead against the cool elevator wall, I close my eyes and let the hot tears stream down my face. Then the damn elevator music comes through the speakers and it only makes my blubbering worse.

[All the magic's gone
There's just a shadow of a memory
Something just went wrong
We can't go on make-believing]

Hitting the button for the lobby repeatedly apparently doesn’t make the lift go any faster. Goddamn it.

[I don't wanna cry
Don't wanna cry
Nothing in the world
Could take us back
To where we used to be
Though I've given you my heart and soul
I must find a way of letting go
'Cause baby, I don't wanna cry]

Sniffling, I attempt to make myself as presentable as possible before stepping out of the elevator. Stepping from the elevator, I freeze as soon as my eyes come to rest on a certain brunette standing in my way. She takes a step towards me and I notice for the first time how drained she looks.

“I’m not going to let you go like this B.”

“Fuck off Faith,” I let my anger flare this time, why can’t she just leave me alone? Can’t she take a damn hint? She grabs my arm, stopping me.

“No, B, not like this, you have to know the truth.”

“I don’t want to hear any version of your ‘truth’ Faithy, so you can just take your truth and shove it,” I shake my arm free and storm past her. But of course she just can’t take the hint and follows after me anyway. I stomp through the lobby doors and spot the driver parked across the street. Faith once again grabs me, this time stopping me on the sidewalk.

“Buffy,” she pleads jadedly. Alright, now I’m just pissed off.

“Leave me alone Faith, I don’t want to deal with you anymore, I’m tired and I just want to go home.”

“Then come home,” she takes my hand and holds it to her chest. I use the offending hand to push her away from me.

“This isn’t my home anymore, I gave you your chance and you blew it. Now deal.” I turn away from her and start across the street towards the car.

“But you don’t understand Buffy.”

“I understand this Faith,” I stop to turn and face her, “I understand that in the last three years that we’ve been together, you’ve been nothing, but a selfish, conceited ass.” My voice seems to raise an octave every other word and people have begun to stare at us, but I don’t care anymore. “I’ve done nothing but give and give, but when was the last time you did something selfless for me? When was the last time—”

My tirade is interrupted by Faith tackling me. During my little outburst I failed to notice the oncoming taxi, but luckily for me Faith didn’t. Unfortunately for Faith, the taxi couldn’t stop in time.

I can only sit on the ground in shock as I stare at her seemingly lifeless body lying in the street. She turns her head to cough and I’m finally snapped from my stupor. Running to her side, I take her hand and begin apologizing frantically, but I’m weeping so hysterically that all you can really make out are a few frenzied whimpers.

“B…” she says softly, her voice frail and rasping.

“Faith, I’m so sorry.”

“I should’ve just told you,” she chuckles weakly.

“I love you Faith.”

“I know, maybe now you’ll believe me,” she coughs and a little blood comes up, which makes me weep even more; reaching up with her other hand she wipes a tear away from my cheek, “I’ll always love you.” She then reaches into her jacket and pulls out a small velvet box. “I want you to have this.”

Inside the small box is a magnificent engagement style diamond ring, a beautiful Elara-cut diamond that has to be at least ten carats, set in a beautiful platinum band. My breath is completely taken away, but not because of the ring, because of the lettering on the inside lid of the box: “Cellini.” That must’ve been… oh my God, I’m the idiot.

“Oh Faith, I’m so sorry,” I manage between sobs. “I didn’t… this is all my fault…”

“Ssshh… it’s not your fault B…” Faith whispers as she slips into unconsciousness.

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