*Every breath you take you’ve become infatuated with the man that let you stay on his ship The Bebop. And every move you make. you silently watch him when you go on bounty hunts together, when we trains. you even sleep in the same room as him sometimes when he lets you. Every bond you break. you watch him argue with the other members of the bebop, it doesn’t really seem like he has any friends except for you. you guys like to smoke together at night, but you don’t say a word. you haven’t spoken since your fiancée died last year. the only sound that comes out of your mouth is your humming, which he enjoys. he likes talking to you even though you don’t talk back, he just likes that you listen. I’ll be watching you. “Spike!” that’s what you want the first word you say to be. Spike. It sounds so gorgeous, doesn’t it? But you can’t seem to get the words out. It’s as if a spike has penetrated your heart. So you dream of spike… every single day… you listen to his sultry voice talk about a new bounty, his past anything really. his voice seems to calm the every rampant tidal waves in your heart And every word you say he reminds you so much of your past lover, his green hair blowing softly in the wind when you go out shopping. he loves to tap you on the shoulder and slink off as you look back, leaving a whisper of a smile on your lips. every game you play sometimes you sleep at the foot of his bed so you don’t feel alone. his soft snoring calms you down. you remember how flushed he looked when he woke up holding you. every night you stay i’ll be watching you.

“Hey you,” he says as he sits next to you on the couch while you’re smoking a cigarette.