This one is a bit like a poem. I think you can tell I'm crap at poetry.
The Stain Was Still There – Bogwitch
(BtVS, Buffy, Season Six, Post-Dead Things. For thomasina75’s first line meme thing)
The blood wouldn’t come off.
The borrowed blood from his broken face that had run through her fingers as she punched. Her hands were no longer red, but it didn’t matter because she knew the stain was still there.
It didn’t matter how hard she scrubbed, didn’t matter how much soap she used or how long she soaked them for, she knew the stain was still there.
Lemon juice and salt
Nothing worked. She knew the stain was still there.
She hopes she’ll never see him again, because she’ll know the stain was still there.