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Cafe Conversation
The rain's falling outside in LA. Flit down the streets, through the smog and cars that fill them as everyone tries to get home in this rain that seems to be intent on drenching everything.The streetlights aren't making much of a difference in the rain, the neon diffused into a haze by the downpour. The glow of one casts a sickly yellowness on the window of a little café.
Step closer to the window. Press your face against the glass as rivulets of water ooze down it, and the broken guttering spatters water on the pavement, its irregular noise proving a counterpoint to the drumming of the rain.On the other side of the glass is a couple. The man, dark haired, looks out of the window into the rain.
Inside, a song starts up.
I don't need an education
I learnt all I need from you
They got me on some medication
My point of balance was askew
Keeps my temperature from rising
My blood is pumping through my veins
'Where do we go from here?' The man asks.
'I don't know. The reason we split was because the relationship was impossible.'
'Do you think we *can* be friends? I've done so much to hurt you - Angelus, Jenny...'
'Don't forget the fact that I stuck a sword through you and sent you to hell. We've both
got our guilt.'
Somebody get me out of here
Tearing at myself
Nobody gives a damn about me
Or anybody else
'I drained you. I should have never done that.'
'I shouldn't've offered. But my head was full of you.' Pause. 'Giles was ready to kill you.'
'He was right. He already had reason.'
I wear myself out in the morning
You're asleep when I get home
Please don't call me self defended
You know it cuts me to the bone
Though it's really not surprising
I hold a force I can't contain
She sips the last of her coffee, doesn't say anything.
Somebody get me out of here
Tearing at myself
Nobody gives a damn about me
Or anybody else
Her silence sucks words out of him. 'I should have left sooner.'
'Maybe., but you were a help.'
'Buffy, I made your emotions a living hell for years. For that and everything else, I'm sorry. Truly sorry.'
And still you call me co-dependent
Somehow you laid the blame on me
And still you call me co-dependent
Somehow you laid the blame on me
She runs a finger round the rim idly. 'Angel, maybe when you move out of this damn rut then you can rejoin the living. Some things can never be forgotten, but we have to move on from it. Friends can grow from there.'
She gets up. 'Bye.'
Somebody get me out of here
Tearing at myself
I've got to make a point these days
To extricate myself
The door opens. A man with bleached hair walks in, rain dripping off his trenchcoat. Wipes the water off his face. His gaze flicks around the café, settles on the blonde.
'You done yet? I got bored waiting.'
'I'm done.' She walks over to him, they share a brief kiss. 'Let's get out of here.'
'Your wish is my command, Slayer.' He grins, they walk out without a backward glance.
Somebody get me out of here
Tearing at myself
Nobody gives a damn about me
Or anybody else
Darkhair's left with his coffee cup, staring into it after they've left.
And still you call me co-dependent
Somehow you laid the blame on me
Then he gets up and leaves. All that's left to our view is the rain.
And still you call me co-dependent
Draw away from that window.
Somehow you laid the blame on me
Drift away into the neon-punctuated darkness and rain.
Somehow you laid the blame on me
Somehow you laid the blame on me.
END
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