#thelonggoodbye

@timemovesonandon

           It's the middle of the day, a weird time to see a Slayer up and active, but Faith's got some loose ends to tie up and now seems as good a time as any. She didn't bother knocking, never does, just let herself in (part of her wants to keep that key, if only for bragging rights) and has taken to snaking through Steve's apartment. Looking for any of her meager belongings that might have managed to meander away from her duffel bag.

August 2056: Capeside, New York

In the state of New York, near Boston, there is a small fishing town named Capeside. It has only a small population of 2,197 residents and it isn’t very known by people in the USA. On the edge of Capeside, there is a small retirement home. It has a perfect view of the ocean. It is very quiet and the only sounds you can hear are the waves and the gulls. Almost the perfect place to spend the last days of your life.

June 1992: Capeside, New York

“It was a balmy day in the begin of June. The exams were over and the summer has begun. They were only waiting and see if everyone graduated. There was a lonely boy named Dawson. He was sitting on the porch, waiting for his friend to come outside. A taxi drove by and stopped in the front of the house. A girl stepped out of the car. He looked behind and saw her. She had brown hair and it was almost shiny in the light of the sun. Her skin was just perfect, just like her body. And her eyes were gorgeous even if he couldn't see what color they had. He bet that they were brown just like her hair. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. The girl, she was you...” 

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August 2056: Capeside, New York

One of the residents is the 82 years old Mrs. Lindley. Her granddaughter Kathy is visiting her every Sunday. Mrs. Lindley isn’t the person she had always been. She is diagnosed with dementia and memory loss. She can’t remember her loved once and her history. “Grandma are you ok? It looks like you have a lot of pain.” Mrs. Lindley took a look around the room. It was a small room with blue walls and there was nothing more in the room than just the necessary furniture, a few plants, and some pictures. She loved the blue painted walls, it was her favorite color. She had no idea who the two people in the picture were. “Who are they?” Mrs. Lindley pointed to the picture on her bedside table. “That is you with your daughter, grandma.” Kathy smiled. “I don’t have a daughter, I never had,” answered Mrs. Lindley. She saw Kathy took a deep breath.

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