But that’s not what’s bothering me. I’m trying to down the litre bottle of water that Maggie jammed in the fridge yesterday afternoon because I know that’s the only thing that will keep me hangover-free. It’s hard work, and I don’t really want to drink it but I know I have to.
See I told Emma that I’d run the half marathon with her. What the fuck was I thinking? That’s the problem – I wasn’t thinking at all. I’m really hoping that she sleeps through her alarm (which should be set for about 4 hours time) and doesn’t recall me egging her on at all.
But if she does wake up and wants to run, she can call me and we’ll struggle through it together.
And now some motivational words from Buffy.
I touch the fire and it freezes me. I look into it and it’s black. Why can’t I feel? My skin should crack and peel. I want the fire back.Â Now through the smoke she calls to me, to make my way across the flame. To save the day, or maybe melt away – I guess it’s all the same.Â So I will walk through the fire, Â ‘cos where else can I turn? I will walk through the fire and let it…
The torch I bear it’s scorching me. Buffy’s laughing I’ve no doubt. I hope she fries – I’m free if that bitch dies. I’d better help her out…
‘Cos she is drawn to the fire. Some people/she will never learn. And she will walk through the fire, and let it…
Will this do a thing to change her. Am I leaving Dawn in danger? Is my slayer too far gone to care?
What if Buffy can’t defeat it?
Beady eyes is right- we’re needed. Or we could just sit around and glare.
We’ll see it through, it’s what we’re always here to do, so we will walk through the fire.
So one by one they turn from me. I guess my friends can’t face the cold. But why I froze; not one among them knows, and never can be told.
She came from the grave, much graver.Â
First he’ll kill her, then I’ll save her.
Everything is turning out so dark.
No I’ll save her then I’ll kill her.
I think this line’s mostly filler.
It’s what they had to strike a spark.
These endless days are finally ending in a blaze, and we are caught in the fire. The point of no return. So we will walk through the fire and let it… burn… let it… burn… let it… burn… let it burn.