and here you get, dum-diddy-dum, my first ever attempt at Buffy fic:
Once, there was a little girl and a little boy. Not at the same time you understand, or maybe it was; these things can be hard to define. She liked princesses, figure skating and the colour pink. He played in the autumn leaves and dreamed of being a fighter pilot, or a grocer (more likely with his astigmatism).
She grew up. Little girls do. She still liked the same things, except her favourite colour bloodied from pink to red (it really was still pink underneath).
He grew up quicker. It wasn’t by choice. He’d save her that.
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Once, there was a little girl and a little boy. Not at the same time you understand, or maybe it was; these things can be hard to define. She liked princesses, figure skating and the colour pink. He played in the autumn leaves and dreamed of being a fighter pilot, or a grocer (more likely with his astigmatism).
She grew up. Little girls do. She still liked the same things, except her favourite colour bloodied from pink to red (it really was still pink underneath).
He grew up quicker. It wasn’t by choice. He’d save her that.
But he can’t.