Faith was halfway out of bed, one arm and one leg still shackled to the metal bars. She was already looking Buffy’s way when she entered the room. They’d always been able to feel each other like that. Her brown eyes looked even bigger than usual, slightly sunken in her pale, gaunt face. Her stringy hair hung around her sharp cheekbones, inches longer than when Buffy had last seen her.
A mark of the passage of time. A reminder of how long Buffy had abandoned her here.
or: Sunnydale's in danger, and Buffy thinks of one person only.
A Fuffy version of Hush! Read thisyearsgrrl's fic here!
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