the Correspondences

Parts 5-8

 

SERIES : the Correspondences

PAIRING : Buffy/Angel

RATING : PG14

SPOILERS : I Will Remember You

DISCLAIMER : I do not own these characters. Nor do I own “again” (Janet Jackson), “the Dance” (Garth Brooks), “She’s Every Woman” (Garth Brooks), “Wild Horses” (Wild Horses).

 

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4

ONE DAY LATER

 

            “Why was I so stupid Cordelia?”

            “Angel, there’s nothing you can do about it now, no regrets. You did it and you can’t change that now. Let’s just go find some demon, I’ll drive.”

            “Why do you put up with me?”

            “Who else would let me take office money to Bloomingdales?” She laughed. “Because I was always a sucker for the brooding type, and you’ve got was good taste in clothes.”

            “Cordelia...”

            “Because you’re my friend Angel, my best friend. I’ve never had a friend who loves me unconditionally, and who will put up with my poor-me mood swings, or my whining about my money woes, or who will tolerate my brutal honest truth. You’re a good person Angel, I mean that, you’re not a vampire to me, you’re my best friend Angel, who I love and trust with my life. Now let’s go...”

 

            She hadn’t spoken a word about the letter to anyone, not even her mother, not Willow, no one, certainly not Riley. What could she say? She thought she had moved on, but now, what had changed? Nothing. She just felt compelled to do something about it. She had no idea what. She tried to pick up the phone, but she couldn’t bring herself to dial the number. She tried buying a ticket to LA, but she choked. She had so many mixed feelings. She had spent the last few days walking and fighting and thinking.

 

TWO DAYS LATER

 

            “So Buffy, when should we do it?”

            “Huh? Do what Riley?”

            “Get married of course, we’ve been together four years, we’re engaged. Engaged couples pick dates, when should we get married Buffy?” Riley asked, taking her hand.

            “I don’t know, let’s not talk about it right now.”

            “Buffy, I don’t want to push but you’ve been distant the past week, is everything okay? Is it the engagement?”

            “Riley, I just don’t... I don’t want to rush into picking a date, we’ve only been engaged a week, less than, we don’t have to have the whole thing planned by next week.”

            “That’s not it. Tell me. You can tell me anything Buffy.”

            “It’s personal. I feel that I rushed into saying yes.”

            “Okay. What do you want to say, no?”

            “Will you take a ‘let me think about it’? Or a maybe?”

            “I’d rather have a maybe, than a no.”

            “Then, why don’t we leave it at, maybe.”

            “Maybe it is. Buffy, is there anything else?”

            “No, what would it be?”

            “Him.”

            “Riley, this is just me, I’m twenty-three, I don’t know why I’m freaking so much, maybe because I’m a slayer and we don’t tend to live past twenty-five, why would I want to get married, if I’m going to die in two years. I don’t know... I just need some time. Can you give me that?”

            “Yes, of course.”

            “Good, then I’m going to go patrol.”

            “Want help?”

            “I got it, thanks.” She gave him a quick kiss and left.

 

            She walked down the street; it was fairly early demon time. She headed toward the cemetery, like any good Slayer would do. She suddenly felt such a pain, like something was suddenly there, that hadn’t been. It knocked her balance off and she fell to her knees. She felt him inside her. She looked around, but didn’t see him.

 

            He didn’t know why he went. He saw her, looking for him. He wanted to go to her, he tried to force his legs to take him to her, but they wouldn’t, instead they carried him away.

 

            She thought she heard something move, but she couldn’t force her legs to carry her after it, nor could she force a sound out of her mouth. She had only to stay there on her knees. Some twenty minutes later, she was able to lift herself up and they carried her home. She was ready now. She sat at her desk with the pen and paper. She caressed the picture and wrote into the wee hours of the morning.

 

5

THREE DAYS LATER

 

            “Morning sleepyhead.” Cordelia said as Angel came up from below. “You’re up early.”

            “I thought I’d get a head start on the day. This whole nocturnal thing is getting old and annoying.”

            “Um, Angel, I have something to tell you, that you’re not going to like.”

            “What is it? Are you okay?”

            “Yes, I’m fine, but...”

            “Just say it Cordy.”

            “Sit down.” He sat on the couch and she sat next to him. She took his hands in hers. “Angel, I just got an email from Willow, and I don’t know....”

            “What’s wrong? Is Buffy...”

            “Buffy is fine Angel, it’s just that she’s...”

            “What? JUST TELL ME!”

            “She’s engaged.”

 

            She lay down in the bed, next to her lover. “What are you thinking about?”

            “Do you think I was right sending an email to Cordelia? I mean, I know you haven’t met Angel or Cordelia, but do you think I should have?”

            “Willow, you did what you thought should be done and from what you’ve told me, he should know. Better to hear it from a friend, than through the grapevines.”

            “I guess. Thanks Tara.”

            “You’re welcome.”

 

            “She’s what?”

            “She’s engaged. He proposed on her birthday. Willow emailed me and I’ve been debating whether to tell you or not, but I thought you should know.”

            “Who?”

            “What?”

            “Who is it?”

            “Riley. They’ve been together for four years and since she graduated now, it’s the next step really. Are you okay?”

            “I’m fine. I’m going back to bed.”

            “Okay. Oh, take the mail with you.” He grabbed it on his way down.

 

            He was stunned. He shouldn’t be. It was just three days ago that he had seen her, and she had been engaged then. He was glad he hadn’t seen her, but she had known and he hadn’t wanted to hurt her again, but now he had.

            He flipped through the mail and one caught his attention. He pulled it out of the stack; it was doused in her aroma. He opened it to find a picture of her in her graduation cap and gown. He sat on the bed and read the letter enclosed.

 

 

My dearest Angel-

            You never got to see me in my graduation outfit; high school graduation was certainly messed up. College graduation was much less Hellmouthy. I got your letter on my birthday, a lot happened to me on my birthday this year, every year really. I am engaged now Angel, to Riley.

My life has moved on. What Riley and I share is different. It’s not what we had; it’s older, less dyer, less serious. It’s light, we go on picnics, we went to the beach for spring break last year. I’ve never doubted his love for me Angel; I never had a reason. He is good to me, he cares for me, he loves me. He gives me everything you wanted for me.

When he asked, I said yes. Though now I am not so sure. You never gave me the choice Angel. I know I was young then, but time and time again, you take away the decision. You talk as if you regret loving me, or having me love you. Angel, bad things happened but I would rather live my entire life miserable never feeling you inside me again, than live never having felt you all. You were my light Angel. You wanted me to have something out of demons and darkness, but never saw that you were it. You wanted me to have someone who could take me into the light, but with you I was always there. You wanted someone to make love to me, but I wanted someone to make me love. You did that.

            True, things got out of control, but I carry the good memories with me as well. They help me move on, they have helped me keep my sanity when my world was falling apart, metaphorically or literally. I too have thought about giving up in a fight and fulfilling the slayer’s prophecy of dying too young. If I were gone, some other slayer would take over, but I wouldn’t wish this loneliness on anyone. Everyone said we were so different, from two different times, two different worlds, but we were always just one in the same. Two lonely hearts, two soulmates, looking for each other, separated by time, the demon inside you gave us a way to find each other.

            I can never understand the depth to which your soul is plagued. I cannot even begin to imagine living with the memories and faces of all the things you’ve done, I never tried. I couldn’t have tried and perhaps that was part of the problem. But perhaps the problem was not in the fact that you are a vampire and I am the Slayer, but in the fact that I was but a child, and you, a man. Parts of me yearn to be that young again, to feel your strength above me, to be that close to you once more, to yield my body to you, to give of myself freely, and surrender to your knowing hands. Parts of me wish we could be once more, if only for a day, twenty-fours hours, what I wouldn’t give for that chance. I would surely lay down my life for it Angel.

            I too have a box full of letters, mere words on paper, that never seem to completely express my feelings. I have tried dialing the number so many times, but failed, and I have often tried to imagine what you are doing at a particular moment. I have tried to move on, and I think that in certain aspects I have, but in others I have not. I grew up. I grew into my own skin, into my own thoughts. I am no longer a child, I am a woman, an adult. I am still searching for that great happiness that was promised to me as a child. I am searching for my handsome prince that will whisk me away on a horse.

            As a child, I always pretended to be a princess in a tower that was being held captive by a mean witch. I always imagined some tall dark and handsome prince coming to my rescue and taking me away from her. Of course, I was only seven, so I didn’t really know what would happen once the prince and princess got home. I never really thought that stuff through, what happened afterwards? Where was the happily ever after? What did it entail?

            I have grown up, and changed, as I’m sure you have. We no longer know each other, we go on without. But I still know your soul Angel. I felt you the other night, I knew you were there, watching me. It is such a powerful feeling inside me, the magic we share. I fear that my prince has come and gone and we never got to have our happily ever after. Perhaps my greatest fear is that I will never again find a love as fulfilling and intense as the one we shared. I fear living my life never feeling complete, never feeling completely alive, because a piece of me is just as dead as you.

            You needn’t ever be afraid to interrupt my life. You have always been the best interruption and I feel a little relief having gotten some of these things off my chest. Having read some things, I needed to know. I’ve read your letter at least one hundred times so far, I’ve got it memorized, burned into memory. I’ll never forget what we shared, I could never forget. It runs like a river in my veins, something missing, an ache that is relentless and ferocious, a thirst that will only be quenched when our bodies meet once more. When I can feel you and not fear, when I can touch you and have you touch me back. I will be forever waiting for you my handsome prince. For fate is not that that cruel to make you atone for your crimes only to never see me again. I will be waiting for the day when my happily ever after comes. Until we meet again my love, until we meet again!

 

                                                                                    Eternally yours,

                                                                                                Buffy

6

ONE DAY LATER

 

            “Willow?”

            “What’s up Buffy?”

            “You think it would be bad form to break up with Riley?”

            “WHAT? Buffy, you just accepted his proposal, you can’t break up with him.”

            “Why not?” She asked her most trusted friend.

            “Why not? Because, that’s why. I don’t know why, why do you want to?”

            “Will, I feel like I rushed, and if I am going to get married, I don’t want to settle for second best, I want to find someone who loves me as much I love him, and I don’t think this is it.”

            “Buffy, I’m going to say this for your own good and you need to listen, okay?”

            “Okay.”

            “It’s been five years Buffy. If you’re waiting for Angel to change his mind and come running back, it’s not going to happen. You can’t be together and he knows that, and deep inside you know that too. There is no way to change that, you have to move on and I thought you had. Riley loves you and I believe you know in your heart what to do. Listen.”

            “Willow, this has nothing to do with Angel. This has to do with me. I know I can’t have Angel, I got that, but why should I settle for the first guy I met? How do I know there isn’t something better out there? Don’t I owe it to myself to find out?”

            “I guess. What are you going to say to Riley?”

            “I don’t know Will, I don’t know. Maybe I just need some time. I’ll ask him for some time. Put the engagement on hold for a while, I don’t know.”

            “I’ll be behind you whatever you decide Buffy, know that.”

            “I do.”

            “How’d patrolling go?”

            “So many demons, six last night, and three vampires. What’s going on?”

            “What did Giles say?”

            “He said he was looking into it. But I’m going to get going, Riley and I are meeting and I want to talk to him.”

            “Later Buffy.”

            “Bye Will, thanks.”

 

TWO DAYS LATER

 

            She got home late; there was another letter on her desk. She was eager to read it, although she hadn’t been expecting a response from him.

 

My love-

            I can remember one night; I must have been seven or eight, when my mother was putting me to sleep. I asked her why she put up with my father. I was young, but I knew what went on, how he hit her, how he yelled at her, and she told me that she loved him. I asked her this several times throughout my life and always got the same answer. I often wonder if she felt she had a duty to love him and was too scared to move on or if she truly did love him. I think sometimes we, people, get confused with what they feel inside and they think should be.

            I never wanted you to doubt my love for you Buffy. I’m sorry if for one second you did. Everything I did, I did it for you. Right or wrong, I wanted you to have something I didn’t, a normal life, happiness, and a world without having to worry about demons. This world may only be inside your bedroom with him, but at least you have something. Even when we were alone Buffy, a demon was watching you, and you shouldn’t have to live like that.

            Perhaps I was being too selfish. I didn’t want to watch you die, since inevitably that’s what would happen, whether it be in four years or forty. I have seen and been the cause of many deaths and still I cannot imagine watching the love of my life die. I have had limited experience with love and friendship, I finally now have felt both. My love for you, and my friendship with Cordelia, Doyle and Wesley. I had to watch Doyle die, he died, so I could live and there has not been a day that goes by we don’t think of him. That was painful enough, but you would think after all the death I’ve caused, one more wouldn’t hurt so much. I can’t even imagine what losing you would feel like, surely it will kill me, or give me the strength the walk into the sun.

            It killed me a thousand times over to leave you Buffy. It still kills me, and there will always be a place for you in my heart, please don’t ever doubt that, for without you, my heart is empty, my soul, my redemption have no meaning. Your love is what makes me worthy, without it there would be no point to me. Everything about me is so completely you, and without that I am lost, but this is what I wanted. So please, be married, have children, be happy and know what we have both sacrificed for it.

 

                                                                                    Eternally yours,

                                                                                                Angel

7

THREE DAYS LATER

 

            She had been soul searching and wondering what she wanted. She wished she knew. He should be getting the second of her letters to leave her hand soon. She wondered how he would react, what he would say, what he would do. She was sitting in the Bronze when a familiar song came on.

 

//Childhood living is easy to do

The things that you wanted I bought them for you

Graceless lady

You know who I am

You know I can’t let you

Just slide through my hands

Wild horses, couldn’t drag me away

Wild horses, couldn’t drag me away

I watched you suffer, a dull, aching pain

And now you decided to show me the same

No sweeping exits or off-stage lines

Can make me feel bitter or treat you unkind

Wild horses, couldn’t drag me away

Wild horses, couldn’t drag me away

Faith has been broken

Tears must be cried

Let’s do some living

After we die

Wild horses, couldn’t drag me away

Wild horses, couldn’t drag me away

Wild, wild horses, we’ll ride them someday

Wild, wild horses, we’ll ride them someday//

 

            She was out the door before the last chord ended.

 

            He sat reading over her words for the third time.

 

Angel, my love-

            Perhaps I do have something normal with him, something more normal anyway, but is normal a feeling of emptiness? He can’t possibly make me feel as complete as you ever did, even when we were just holding hands Angel, I felt at peace. At home.

            Your soul is what makes you worthy, the fact that you care, the fact that you would sacrifice yourself for me, that’s what makes you worthy, what gives you redemption. You should never doubt that about yourself, you always did, and it killed me inside to hear you talk of yourself like you didn’t matter. You do matter, to me, to Cordelia, Wesley and obviously your life mattered to Doyle. It is not just I that makes you worthy, it is everyone who loves you, and everyone you love.

            The demon inside you is what brought you to me. For that I can never be free of him, neither can you for that matter, but if he was not there Angel, you would have been long gone before I was even a consideration. He is one of the reasons why you are you, and I am so completely in love with you. Everything that happened to both of us, made us who we were, made us two people who could love each other. If you wish to change that, we may never have been and as I said before I would never trade that for anything. A life without knowing you, would be no life I would want. And if I had it to do all over again, I would do everything exactly the same.

            I have no idea what is happening here. I have felt for five years, emptiness inside, but reading your letters, I feel like I am falling in love all over again. We have changed, I admit that, but I wonder if we could ever find that peace once more. Don’t we owe it to ourselves to try? I will always be yours Angel, I meant that. Every part of me is so completely in love with you, my heart, my soul, my mind, my body, my everything. I can’t imagine that part every changing.

 

                                                                                    Eternally yours,

                                                                                                Buffy

 

            He put the letter down and ran out the door.

 

ONE DAY LATER

 

            She was sure he would be there, he should be. She entered the office and remembered that he lived downstairs. She walked down the stairs. “Angel?” She said.

            She walked around the rooms. “Angel?” He was not here and her heart sank. She sat on the bed and read her letters over again. She wondered where he went. She got up and began her walk back to reality.

 

            He knew she was staying at home and he sat on the roof outside her window waiting, but she didn’t come home all night. He winced at the thought that she was with him all night. Day was coming and he went back to the car, he was too late. It was all for the best anyway.

 

8

THE NEXT DAY

 

//I heard from a friend today,

And she said you were in town

Suddenly the memories came back to me in my mind

How can I be strong I’ve asked myself

Time and time I’ve said

That I’ll never fall in love with you again

A wounded heart you gave,

My soul you took away

Good intentions you had many,

I know you did

I come from a place that hurts,

God knows how I’ve cried

And I never want to return

Never fall again

Making love to you felt so good

And oh so right

How can I be strong I’ve asked myself

Time and time I’ve said

That I’ll never fall in love with you again//

 

            He got back late that night feeling emptier than ever before. He wanted to curl up in bed forever and never wake up. He was dying inside once again. He walked downstairs and threw his coat on the chair. He put his keys on the table and thought he was hallucinating, that smell, where was it coming from? He must be crazy. He had imagined her there a hundred times, but it had never been this vivid. He took off his shirt and went into the bedroom.

            “Angel!”

            “Buffy.”

 

//So here we are alone again,

Didn’t think I’d come to this

And to know it all began

With just a little kiss

I’ve come too close to happiness

To have it swept away

Don’t think I can take the pain

No never fall again//

 

            “What are you doing here?”

            “I had to come Angel.” She was sprawled out on the bed; she was so beautiful, even more than he remembered. “I couldn’t leave it with the letters, I had to come. Where were you?”

            “I went to Sunnydale.”

            “Great minds huh?”

            “I guess.” He sat on the edge of the bed looking at her.

            “You don’t have to stay that far away Angel, I don’t bite.” He cracked a smile. “Was that a smile I saw? You don’t have to hide it Angel, you should do it more often.”

            “I don’t have much to smile about usually. Cordelia’s jokes are usually cracks at me.”

            “Angel...” she sat up, “I wasn’t sure if I should come, but I had to see.” He looked down at her hands.

            “Is that the ring?”

            “Oh, yes it is.”

            “May I?” She held out her hand to him and he took it, both shivered at the contact. “It’s beautiful, a diamond, what you should have.”

            “I don’t know, I was never one for the whole gold and diamond thing, I’d prefer an emerald.” She smiled. “So, I told him that I needed some time, I told him maybe, not yes, not no, just maybe. But I don’t know, everything inside me is screaming to tell him no.”

            “You should do what your gut tells you to do. Guts are usually right on the money.”

            “You think?”

            “Absolutely.” He said.

            “Angel, I had to come. We can’t write the things we wrote in the letters and not find out if we can make it work, not at least see. Part of me didn’t want to come, because I was afraid of the answer, but the rest of me screamed at me to come and find out. If only just to hold your hand, if only just to say goodbye.”

            “You sound so grown up Buffy, you look so grown up, you’re a woman, not a child. It’s shocking really, I guess I still think of you as that teenager I once knew.”

            “I know, but I’m so much more than that now.”

            “I can see that, I can feel it in the letters, your tone of voice, your handwriting.”

            “I know, things have changed a lot. Not to be corny, but the more they change, the more things stay the same.”

            “I know.”

            “Angel, we can’t write those things in the letters and then walk away.”

            “I know, but how can we not?”

 

//Kinda late in the game

And my heart in your hands

Don’t you stand and then tell me

You love me

Then leave again//

 

            “I don’t know, but we can talk about later. You’re probably tired.” She went to get up.

            “No, you stay here, I’ll be on the couch.” He went to stand up and she caught his hand.

            “Angel... stay here with me.”

            “Buffy...”

            “I know, but just hold me tonight, like we’ll never be apart again. Can you do that?”

            “I can.” He lay down next to her and she snuggled into him and placed her hands on his chest and he wrapped his arms around her. “I can.”

 

// ‘Cause I’m falling in love with you again

Hold me, hold me

Don’t ever let go

Say it just one time

Say you love me

God knows I do love you again//

 

 

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