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Angel POV

God I want to touch him. Walk over to him right now and press my lips to his. Consume him with my passion. I want to caress his body. Ghost my hands underneath his shirt and feel the skin that calls out to me. But I can't. Not ever. He can never be mine. This god damned curse that won't let me near him.

I'm only allowed fleeting touches in the guise of dressing a wound. Deep breathes of his scent as I stand next to him. The sound of his voice as he explains some new demon or prophecy. And it's not enough. It's never enough. He haunts my thoughts, my dreams, my fantasies. Always him. Sometimes with a smile he transports me into a place where he's mine. Where the soul is permanant and we bask in each others love but then something happens to bring reality crashing down. It hurst more when that happens than at any other time. The almost perfect moment of him.

I think he knows. His glances hold a questioning tone and he doesn't stay late anymore. It's for the best my mind tells me but my heart screams out at him. Pleading silently for him to stay so that I can be in his presence for just a little longer. Why?! Aren't I allowed a small moment of happiness. I've fought so hard for so long that I can't help but think I may one day deserve his love. But I don't. I'm a monster with a human face. I need him, I want him, I *crave* him. But he will never be mine.

And I weep with the knowledge.

~fin~