Shit on the radio (remember the days)
35. “On the radio (remember the days)” (song by Nelly Furtado) City Hall, aka Sharon, Nobel Son
It used to speak to her more than it did now. She wondered why that was…didn’t it want her anymore? Wasn’t she good enough for it? It used to tell her everything, whispering like a friend…a lover. The soft words caressed her ears, making her feel safe and warm and loved…didn’t it love her anymore? Didn’t anyone or anything love her?
City didn’t know, and it distressed her to think of the possibility that nothing did. She was always being left behind, always abandoned… why did they always leave her, why couldn’t’ they stay? Why couldn’t they keep her close and never leave, cling like a strong green vine to a weathered window pane, and touch her all over, scorching, fire inside, making her cry for more…more…more…
They LEFT, they always LEFT…
Hair tangled in her eyes, the loose straps of her shirt falling, half exposing her breasts, City wept in childlike gulping sobs, nose running, legs carelessly apart. Even the radio no longer spoke her name.
But at least the paintings still sang to her…if they left her too, she wouldn’t know what to do with herself.
Author note: I have also seen Eliza in one time guest roles on Ugly Betty, That 70’s Show, the pilot of Nurses, a show which never aired, and as herself on Punk’d, but those either are so short I didn’t bother or no one else has probably seen them…and as herself I can’t post that on websites, although it would be amusing since she was way angry lol. Anyway…yep, that is all that I’ve seen of her stuff. I will soon be posting a very similar story, only each Buffy/Angelverse character will have one random song assigned to them courtesy of mp3 shuffle rather than just Faith/Eliza, and it will be on fanfiction.net