Angel:
The one reason I rmember this moment was becuase tonight was the sixth year anniversey of that night. I wanted to go cuddle with her and never let her out of my site. But I couldn't. She was happy atleast I thought that much. I was so unsure of what was going on though. She seemed so sorrowfull. Could it be the same reason I am? Could she be thinking the same thing I am thinking on this glorious night?
What am I kidding myself about? She is probably thinking about that boyfriend of hers. She didn't even think about me, but hey what can I say? This is what I wanted for her. I wanted her to be happy and have a somewhat normal life with a normal boyfriend. I loved her so much and every day that I was away from her my heart ached to be near the beautiful blonde who I was lucky enough to call my mate.
**********************************************************************************
Buffy:
Tears rolling down my face I crawled into the shower after stripping myself of the clothes I had been wearing for days and counting. I washed my heair and stood there. My brain and heart were racing and I couldn't do anything. I felt so helpless and I couldn't stop grieveing. I should've been over him, but I am not.
"Why? Why do you do this to me Angel? Why do you break my heart? I don't understand I loved you! I hate you! NO! I didn't mean that! I love you with all my heart and soul, I love you so much! Why did you leave me? Am I that bad? Am I not worth living for? Why does everyone always leave me? Ugh, I have myself! God!" I screamed into the wall and pounded on it like a mad man. I had to get out my anger and this is the only way I knew how at the time.
*********************************************************************************************************************
About an hour later..........
I crawled out of the shower bed and on to the cold tile floor while wrapping my pink robe around me. I was holding a towel trying to dry my hair to atleast a light dampness. With tears still in my eyes and rolling down my cheeks I sat on my mothers bed and cried softly making no noises. I couldn't help, but cry.
******************************************************************************************************
Chapter Two: A Little Talk of Tears | Back it up | Rejoining Paths main