*Please Note*
The song used in this fic is called "Broken" and it is by Seether. They have recently re-made it with Amy Lee from Evanescence, but the words are the same for both versions, and it belongs to them! Not me. Obviously.
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Finally returning to our table after our little �Bathroom Escapade�, we found our meals waiting for us. Cathy, our waitress, gave me a look that I can only define as being inspired by a 50/50 combination of jealousy and amusement. I can see why she�d be amused, as she undoubtedly knew (along with the rest of the restaurant) what Angel and I had been up to in the bathroom. And with one glance back at Angel as we walked to our seats�I could also tell why she�d be jealous. God, he�s gorgeous.
Another reason for her to be jealous was presented as we reached the table, and Angelus pulled out my chair for me and kissed me on the side of the head as I sat. �You�re so beautiful,� he whispered in my ear before returning to his own seat across from me.
We ate in comfortable silence. I couldn�t help blushing for the majority of the meal. I felt like everyone was watching me. It was like that dream where you�re on stage and you don�t know what your lines are, but you suspect that everyone else has them memorized. I hated that dream�almost as much as I hate that one where I�m stuck in History class, back in high school, writing an exam that will determine the success of my life. If you knew me, you�d know that�s not a good thing because history is like learning Japanese when you speak Mexican.
And then it dawned on me�I was dreaming with my eyes wide open.
Angel was a dream. He was a fantasy�Yet it seemed for the moment that he was a reality. Even if all the wonderful things he said weren�t true�and even if we didn�t last�I wanted to enjoy the moment. What was so wrong with that? Nothing. There�s nothing wrong with two people coming together � even for a short time � to enjoy themselves a little bit in this cold, uncaring world. In fact, it�s probably the only type of happiness that anyone can count on. It�s brief, but when you have it you feel special because it�s something no one else around you has, and when it�s gone you feel lucky to have experienced it�at least, I�m guessing I�ll feel lucky. I haven�t lost it yet. I plan to hang on as long as I can, because the warm glow in my soul every time I look at Angel is something I want to savor�and remember.
�What are you thinking about?� Angel�s voice cracked through my thoughts.
I smiled at him and shrugged placidly, �nothing really.� I set my fork down and looked at him with a shimmer of excitement in my eyes, �what are you thinking about?�
�I�m thinking about the million phone calls I need to make when we get to LA in order for me to have some serious Buffy Time this week,� he smirked as he spoke.
But then I remembered. I remembered why I was going to LA. What I had to do when I got there. What I had to go through�watch�be strong through. My smile faded as I turned my eyes from Angel to my coffee cup. I gazed into the dark pool of liquid. I thought about my mother�She had always taken her coffee with two creams and half of a sugar. I�d mocked her for it when I was younger, but found myself doing the same thing now that I was grown. How many habits had I picked up from my mother without realizing it? I do my laundry on Sundays, just like she did. I drop off my dry cleaning on Mondays and delay picking it up until Fridays, just like she had. And I always backed in to get gas�just like she always had.
A hand slid into mine and knocked me from my thoughts. �I want to be there for you,� Angel whispered, and I looked up again and into his eyes. �Would you mind if I went with you to the memorial?� he asked.
I smiled faintly, feeling slightly better about the idea of having a little extra support while I went through this Hell. I nodded and managed to squeak out, �I�d like that.�
He squeezed my hand; gently reassuring me. �Good.� His eyes flicked to the window and then he began to stand, �looks like your ride�s here. Would you like to ride with me? We�ll have your car towed to an auto shop near the airport, and they can fix it up and keep it there until you come back to get it. My treat.� He offered his hand and helped me to stand, and then picked up my coat off the back of my chair.
�Angel, I don�t expect you to pay for my car�s repairs,� I laughed slightly as he helped me into my Jean jacket.
He smiled and leaned over my shoulder to whisper into my ear, �I insist. Without your car breaking down, we might never have met. I want it babied and shined up for all the good it�s done for me�It�s the least I could do to repay it.� He then pulled out way more money than the bill and the tip, and dropped it onto the table for Cathy.
I laughed as I picked up my bag and swung it over my shoulder, �you make it sound like the car planned to break down just for you.�
�Oh, it did, Buffy!� he insisted in a mock-teasing voice. �It conspired with the Car Gods in order to bring us together. Vehicles are smarter than you can imagine.� He took my hand and led me out of the diner, into the fresh morning air. We stood and watched as the tow truck driver parked and got out.
�I don�t think my jeep�s capable of conspiring,� I frowned, �I mean�she�s a jeep. She�s not too smart. She's all brawn and no brains.�
�Shh, Buffy,� Angel clamped his hand over my mouth tenderly. Leaning in to whisper in my ear again, he said, �she can hear you.�
I looked at him and his wide smile. His eyes twinkled as he laughed, and I couldn�t help laughing right back. How could he pull me out of being upset, so fast?
~~
Funeral.
The word says it all. Isn�t it one of the most depressing sounds in the world? I mean�Just listen to it�Fu-ner-al. There are a million named for it. But they all sound so awful. Obsequies. Last rites. Internment. Entombment. The one that suits the most though, is The End. Cause that�s really what it is, right? The end of a life. The end of a friendship. The end of my family. Sure, it�s not like I won�t ever find a family again, but�a major part of mine is missing with. My mother. Willow and Dawn and I are all that�s left. We all knew it would eventually happen, but I never dreamed it would happen so soon. I thought my mother would at least be able to see her grandchildren or walk me down the aisle.
But I was wrong.
Standing in the cemetery, watching my mother�s body being lowered into the ground in a long, wooden box�It was by far the worst thing I�ve ever experienced. The arms that I�ve run to�The hand that I�ve held�The shoulder that I�ve cried on�I�ll never see them again. I�ll never see my mother again�or hear her voice�her laugh.
Tears streamed down my face, and I felt my hand being squeezed. It was Angel. He�d asked to come, and he�d moved Hell and High water to make sure that he could be here for me. He threw away a chance at a business deal that had meant the world to him, to be here for me. That sort of kindness was something that I�d never thought I would receive.
�Ashes to ashes�dust to dust.� Those final words were spoken, and I had to work to catch a ragged breath. I looked up towards the sky, and closed my eyes; trying to keep the tears inside. I could hear Dawn crying next to me in Willow�s arms. Willow had never known her real mother, and she�d always been a part of our family. The last two years of high school, she had even lived with us because her father decided to run off and get married to a Las Vegas showgirl that he met during a church group visit to Sin City. She was as much a daughter to my mother as Dawn and I.
The night was closing in, and the clouds were starting to come. We had requested that there be no wake. My mother and the three of us had always agreed that a wake after a funeral just seemed so inappropriate. No matter how you look at it � a way to celebrate the life of the deceased, or mourn their death � it still seems like an excuse to eat expensive food and socialize with people you haven�t seen in years.
Gradually, everyone left. Willow said she was going to take Dawn back to her place to sleep, and I told them I�d call later and we�d see each other tomorrow. I told Angel that he could go; that I wanted to spend some time here without anyone else around. For now, I really just needed to be alone. Angel had kissed me and told me he was here for me when I needed him. I had thanked him, and watched him walk away.
Now, I stood alone at my mother�s grave. Her final Resting Place. The thought alone broke my heart, and I felt so abandoned suddenly. I raised a hand to cover my eyes as the tears increased. First my father after the divorce, and now my mother. I was alone. Taking a deep breath and trying to calm my shattered nerves, I dropped my hands again, and stared down at the freshly laid dirt. Why couldn�t they use something else? Why did it have to be dirt? Everything about funerals was depressing. The eulogy�the service�the lowering of the body into the ground. Everything was awful. It�s not a celebration of life when that life is no longer there.
And then I felt something. A hand slip into my own. I shut my eyes to hold back tears. He�d come back to comfort me, even when I insisted that I didn�t need it. I was trying to be strong, but the truth had been that I needed it more than he could ever know. I was strong, but not that strong. He squeezed my hand gently. It was our new unspoken way of saying that it�s us. I barely even know him, but I know how to recognize him without even looking into his face or hearing his voice.
Maybe he was a gift from my mother from up above. Maybe he really was my angel. Sent to help me through this loss. Sent to watch over me. Sent to comfort me. I could only hope that was it.
�How long have you been here?� I finally asked in a calm quiet voice.
�I never left,� he confessed, and pulled me into his arms. I shut my eyes as I buried my face into his strong chest; taking comfort and warmth from his strong embrace.
~~
I laid nestled into Angel�s chest on his bed in his stylish Los Angeles condo. Everything about his d�cor had that same, brooding mood that he possessed that made me so helpless to him. His walls were a mix of dark reds, maroons, dark beige, and gray. The only lights were those on the sides of the walls that gave each room a glow. The lights weren�t too bright, but you could see everything that you needed to. Despite Angel�s obvious wealth and success he chose to keep his decorations minimal, and his furniture basic. That could be one of the greatest things to find in a person: That despite how successful they are, they don�t find a need to shower themselves in expensive things that they can�t take with them to the grave.
Grave.
Just when I was starting to calm down a bit, I had to go and think myself in a circle all the way back to my thoughts about my mother. Bad Buffy. Bad, bad Buffy. Me and my dumb thoughts.
�Buffy,� Angel�s voice broke through my re-awakening sadness. I nodded against his chest and he trailed his fingers up and down the bare skin of my arm revealed by my thick-strap, black dress that I had worn with a long jacket to the funeral. �Tell me what you�re thinking.� It was more of a request than an actual demand. A bit like a question almost.
I took a deep breath and let it out again, �I don�t know. It�s like�I know my mother. She�d hate this sadness that everyone�s in. She hated seeing me sad. But how can I not be? How can I smile?� I paused and continued, �it�s like if I smile, I feel like it�s going to be disrespectful to my mother�s death almost. Like I�m laughing in the face of what should be my mourning.�
�I never met your mother, but I know she wouldn�t want you living not wanting to smile for fear of disrespecting her. She�d want you to smile. To try to bring some sense of joy into your otherwise sorrowful day.� Angel�s voice was a calming sound, and the smooth vibrations it sent through his chest and into me made me feel even more relaxed. It was incredible that just the sound of his voice could do this to me.
My eyes flicked over everything in Angel�s masculine bedroom. His half-open closet that exposed racks and racks of expensive-looking suits and rows of expensive-looking shoes. Everything was perfectly organized. Angel had told me that his primary home was in New York, just like my own, and that he used this condo during his frequent trips to Los Angeles for business trips. And though that meant he was really just in and out of here�there wasn�t a hint of dust anywhere; an obvious hint that he had someone to clean the place for him. My eyes turned to his dresser where the golden Rolex he had taken off when we came in, was set. Rolex. Maid. An awesome �occasionally used� condominium in an extremely swanky building. Expensive suits. Nice cars in both Los Angeles and New York�all signs that he was loaded, in case his appearance wasn�t enough of a hint. And yet�
�Angel?� I asked after a few moments of silence, a frown crossing my face as I realized something rather interesting�and at the same time, disturbing. At his slight nod, I asked in a quiet voice, �what do you do?�for a living, I mean.�
At this, he laughed. I couldn�t help laughing as well at how awful that probably made me sound. I was completely infatuated with this man that I was sleeping with, and the most that I knew abut his life was that he was rich, he lived in both LA and New York, and he was gorgeous and wonderful�not exactly a basis for falling in love. I needed to know a little more.
�Let�s make it fun,� he said with a light tone creeping into his voice. �What do you think I do?�
I thought long and hard about everything I knew about Angel. Had he ever let anything slip about business when we were together? I knew he�d lost out on a big business deal he�d been originally coming to LA for, in order to be there for me. But I didn�t know what the deal was for�or who it was with. My mouth spoke before my mind thought through, and I asked, �are you a criminal?�
At this, he laughed outwardly. �Not quite�although I guess the amount of money I deal with could be considered illegal.� He kissed the top of my head tenderly and then continued, �but no, I�m not a criminal. I�m an architect. I studied the law for 5 years at Harvard, and graduated with a degree, but law was more of a pay cheque than something I actually wanted to do. So I switched to architecture. I graduated with my Master�s degree, and now I make large deals with different investors in Los Angeles, New York, and a little bit in Las Vegas, to design entertainment establishments for them.�
�Like strip clubs?� I asked curiously.
Again, he laughed. �No. Like casinos, and theatres, and night clubs. My favorite though, is designing museums. Particularly ones with an art or culture-based theme. I love how creative I can get with the designs. They don�t come along often though. Sadly, society today is more interested in spending money on slot machines and exotic alcoholic beverages than spending twenty dollars to visit a museum for a day.�
�What were you going to design here in LA that you missed, to be with me?� I asked, wondering if he would actually divulge such information with me.
He smiled, �the new Los Angeles Museum of Modern Art. That contract has gone to another architect now though.�
I cringed. He gave up a deal of something that he loved but rarely got to do, to comfort me and be with me�and he barely even knows me. �I�m sorry I made you miss that,� I found myself suddenly apologizing for making him miss something he loved so much.
�I�m not,� he whispered into the top of my head.
~~
I woke up in Angel�s arms. I don�t remember falling asleep. I don�t remember getting changed into one of his black, silk shirts that undoubtedly cost a fortune. But I remembered this: Feeling safe.
My body felt as if it was wrapped in a blanket of warmth, peace, and security. The silky material of the shirt I was wearing, and the silk sheets and velvet cover that was wrapped securely around Angelus and I felt incredibly soft against my exhausted body.
I looked up into Angel�s dark features. They were so serious and mysterious even when he was sleeping. I knew that he was like no one I�d ever met. Extremely desirable, obviously, but that wasn�t all. I felt this strange connection with him that I couldn�t pray to define. Part of me knew I should get up and find a phone to call Willow. It must be well past 10�
A glance at the clock informed me that I was wrong. It was just past 8:30 AM. I felt slightly relieved. This meant I had the time and leisure to be able to simply lay here and gaze up adoringly at Angel�until he wakes up, that is. After his eyes open and he catches me staring at him, I have this strange feeling that I�ll begin blushing from head to toe, and everywhere in between.
I thought back to every time Angel and I had made love. I knew I should call it �sex� because really I suppose that�s all it is. After all, I sincerely doubt that there�s love between us to be expressed with such an intimate act. But somehow I couldn�t bring myself to refer to something that I found so sacred, as �sex�. It was making love�even if he didn�t, and wouldn�t ever, love me. I forced my thoughts from my mind. No good ever came of Buffy having Thinking Time.
I shut my eyes and moved just a little closer to Angel�s strong chest. I didn�t even feel his arms tightening around me as I did so. He was pulling me closer as I moved to be nearer. I placed my lips against the smooth expanse of his chest, and kissed him gently. Raining kisses over his skin, I could feel every move he made; his eyes opening; his breath coming faster; his smile broadening.
Angel�s hands began to slide over my back. An act which massaged his silk shirt into my bare skin. It felt so smooth�so wonderful. I finally turned my head up to look him in the eye. This was the first time I�d woken up next to him and not wanted to get out before he �threw me out�.
*I wanted you to know I love the way you laugh,
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away.*
**
All I wanted was to kiss her. Just to feel her lips against my own. Just to know she wasn�t going anywhere. I needed that much. I wanted more, but I really just needed to know she wasn�t going anywhere. Would she let me kiss her? Would it be ok? Or would it be like I didn�t even care about what she�d gone through yesterday as long as I got some today? What would she think of me?
She knew I wanted her. She must. I can�t go a full minute without thinking about how much I want her. She�s consuming me, and I don�t even know how. I want to make love with her until I die. I want it to start and never end until we�ve both taken our last breath. I knew she probably didn�t love me, so I shouldn�t consider it as �making love��but I couldn�t simply plant a label of �friendly sex� on it, when I knew in my heart that I felt way more than friendship for her. The only question was�did she feel more for me? Or was a comforting hand really all she was after?
Her bright, green eyes were misty with a look I could only define as desire. She leaned her face a little closer, and I examined her eyes further; trying to find a reason for me to abandon my needs to kiss her now. But soon I didn�t have to worry about doing the right thing, as she leaned up and kissed me tenderly.
I almost cried at how sweet the kiss was. Did she know what she was doing to me? With a simple kiss, she could reduce me to nothing. I crept one hand up to hold the side of her face, and I slowly increased the kiss� mood from simple to erotic. My tongue slipped inside her mouth, and she moaned outwardly, making me hard with just that sound alone. Her left hand slid across my chest to my neck, and she held me closer as we kissed, like she could never be close enough. I knew it was true for me: I could never be too close to her. I could never feel like she was invading my space. All I would ever feel was that nothing was close enough to let me feel her soul.
*I keep your photograph; I know it serves me well,
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain.*
Finally breaking the kiss after several minutes, I began to kiss down her neck. I trailed my tongue over the pulse point of her neck, and she let out a sigh at the sensations that sent through her tiny body. She was so responsive to my every move; further proof that she was perfect for me as it made it clear that she was trapped in the moment with me. Her mind wasn�t wondering elsewhere�at least for the moment.
I couldn�t contain my desire more, and I rolled her onto her back so that I could adorn her chest with kisses. Slipping my hands underneath my long shirt that she wore, I ran my fingers lightly over her perfect body; sending chills through her skin. I looked into her eyes as I spread my fingers over her hips. She looked into my eyes, and almost smiled. With a simple nod of her head, I knew that she was ok with everything that was happening. She didn�t feel rushed or disrespected. She could feel the want too. She could feel how much I wanted her, because she wanted me too. I slid my fingers into her black, lace panties to find my proof of this; she was dripping wet.
I watched the expressions on her face as I slid two long fingers into her heated depths. Her eyes cleared of any doubt, and she had to breathe in a ragged breath. I could have died from my thoughts at the feeling of her strong vaginal muscles clamping down intentionally on my fingers. My mind was buzzing with how much I wanted to be inside of her�to feel her tight walls clenching around me as I came inside of her.
**�Cause I�m broken when I�m open,
And I don�t feel like I am strong enough.**
Slowly I drew my fingers out of her, and pushed them back in. She moaned softly and shut her eyes as again I withdrew my fingers and pushed them back inside her. I moved up her body to capture her lips in a tender kiss, and pulled my fingers entirely out of her. I slid my thumb inside her channel this time until I reached her G-spot, and massaged my other fingers around her clitoris and over her mound, making her moan as both her clit and G-spot were stimulated at the same time. She let out a breathy gasp of air and moaned my name as I began to massage her into a rhythm.
I dropped my lips down to her right breast, and began to lick the nipple tenderly. I slid my tongue down the tender underside of her breast, and blew a hot gasp of air over her flesh. Kissing her neck again, I laved my tongue over her jugular vein; I knew she was especially sensitive here.
I could feel her getting closer to the edge, and as badly as I wanted to be there with her when she came, I resisted plunging into her. I wanted to take the time to worship her like she needed to be worshipped. Adore her like she needed to be adored�love her like she longed to be loved�as I longed to be loved by her.
I slid down until I could adorn her ribs with kisses; all the while continuing my movements with my hand between her legs. I licked a line along her skin beneath her ribs, and blew another breath of hot air against her hips. I heard her moan out, �Angel,� and it was all I could do to resist taking her. She was so gorgeous. So perfect in every way. I wanted her more than I�d ever wanted anything�even though I barely knew her. I felt like I didn�t need to know everything to FEEL like I knew it all. I slid up her body once again to kiss her. She reveled in the kiss; sucking gently on my tongue like I knew she would. I slid my tongue in and out of her mouth; mocking what I wanted to do with our lower bodies very soon. She gasped in a breath of air as she began to climax. I could feel her body tense in preparation for her orgasm, and then explode with delight as I whispered in a hot voice into her ear, �cum to me, baby.� She came.
**�Cause I�m broken when I�m lonesome,
And I don�t feel light when you�re gone away.**
I continued to stroke her as her inner walls clenched in ecstasy, and then I moved down her body once more until I was directly between her perfect thighs. I licked my tongue into her tight channel, and she let out another moan. Licking at her wetness, I couldn�t help wishing that I never had to leave this bed�that she would never leave this bed. I�d make love to her all day long if I could, pausing only momentarily to catch our breath before resuming our love making yet again. Even as it dawned on me again that I shouldn�t be thinking of it as love making as she didn�t love me, I couldn�t bring myself to think of it as anything else. I was loving her body and everything about her right now. I couldn�t bring myself to shroud this mood by referring to our actions as simple �sex�. I think we both knew they were more.
I slid one finger inside her as I began to massage my tongue around her already-stimulated clitoris. She was already so primed, and I knew it wouldn�t take long for her to reach another orgasm. Again, I wanted to join her, but I resisted.
I felt her trying to raise her hips away from me; as if the sensations were too much. But I pursued her, continuing to build a rhythm with my finger that massaged her inner walls as I continued to assault her clit with my tongue. She whimpered and tried again to move away, and this time I reached one hand to hold her hips down and steady her as I continued my attack. She let out a groan of protest, but I knew that soon she wouldn�t be protesting my actions. And sure enough, it took just moments for her to come again. Then she was screaming and bucking up against my mouth as I pleasured her. Sobbing helplessly as I brought her down from her second orgasm, licking at her satisfied skin, I heard her whisper, �please kiss me. Angel, please.�
**The worst is over now and we can breathe again,
I wanna hold you high, you steal my pain away.**
Not one to deny her anything, I moved swiftly up her body and kissed her with every ounce of my soul and the emotions I was experiencing. I could see the tears in her eyes as I kissed her; they began to spill from her eyelids like little prayers of reverence. I felt her legs open around me as we kissed, and I took the hint that she wanted me to join her in rapture this time.
I slid inside of her easily as she was so wet and ready from my earlier actions. The moment that I was entirely inside of her was a moment that I had to pause to savor. I knew she was mourning her loss. I knew she was accepting my comfort. But I couldn�t quite understand why I felt so compelled to protect her from the world. From anything that might try to harm her in the future.
Kissing her tear drops tenderly, I pulled out of her and pushed in again. I felt like crying myself, but resisted for fear of upsetting her even more with my own emotions. I couldn�t quite believe that she was bringing out such feelings in me. I had to keep reminding myself that she wasn�t mine to claim � that she had promised me nothing. It was so easy to forget and imagine that she was my own in this life and any other.
**There�s so much left to learn, and no one left to fight,
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain.**
She wrapped her arms around me tightly, and buried her head in my neck as I guided her into a gentle rhythm that she matched by raising her hips to meet me every time. I could feel her pushing the side of her face into my neck in a lover-like way that reminded me of being nuzzled by a kitten. It was such a gentle motion; so innocent. It made my heart well up with affection for the tiny blonde in my arms as we continued to rock together to the increasing speed of our desire. I wondered if she even knew how she was affecting me with her actions, but I doubted that she was slightly aware of my feelings right now. I knew I�d have to tell her how much she was beginning to mean to me before she slipped out of my life forever.
**
I couldn�t stop the tears as they fell freely from my eyes. I felt so complete. So safe. So adored. But something inside of me was telling me that it wouldn�t last; that one day soon I would awake to find I was all alone and that Angel had just been a dream that passed through my life when I needed it most. I knew that it was more than I could ever wish for. It was so incredible. And yet I was selfish enough to wish it would stay. It wasn�t just the way he worked my body. It wasn�t just the way he made me feel so amazing. It was in the way he kissed me. The way he reassured me that everything would be alright. And in the way that he guarded me; as if shielding me from my pain and any pain that the world could give me in the future. I felt safe, cared for, worshipped, adored, and above all�I felt loved.
**
Pushing my thoughts away, I let out a soft moan as I felt her beginning to contract around me, signaling the approach of her third orgasm. I moved my head to capture her lips for another dizzying kiss, and she responded with fervor.
**�Cause I�m broken when I�m open,
And I don�t feel like I am strong enough.
�Cause I�m broken when I�m lonesome,
And I don�t feel right when you�re gone away.**
The rhythm increased even more, and I could feel myself lingering on the edge of complete bliss. The only thing that could make this moment more perfect, was something I doubted I would receive�but I wanted it any ways. Throwing caution to the wind, and letting down and walls that I had originally had to protect myself, I asked in a low voice that was barely more than a whisper, �Tell me you�re mine?�
She looked at me with surprise in her eyes, but she was smiling beyond her tears. �I am,� she kissed me softly once, and then smiled to reaffirm her promise, �I�m yours.�
That was all it took to drive me over the edge and out of my mind. She was so incredible, and even if she renounced her vow later, at least for now I could feel her with the knowledge that she belonged to me. I could feel myself starting to come, and I pressed my fingers to her swollen clitoris as I stroked inside of her, angling to hit her G-spot. And then her inner walls clenched around me as she felt her third orgasm. I joined her in climax then, shouting together as pleasure swept through both of our bodies; making us even closer as we shared the incredible experience of such intense pleasure and passion.
Slowly we came down from our cloud. I kissed her forehead gently, and promised her the world. Leaning my own head against hers, I looked into her beautiful bright eyes. She smiled softly; looking thoroughly sated and content. I moved off of her, and pulled her into my arms once more; helping her to cuddle into my chest. And as she drifted off to sleep yet again, I heard her whisper, �I meant it.�
Smiling, I responded, �I wanted you to.�
**�Cause I�m broken when I�m open,
And I don�t feel like I am strong enough.
�Cause I�m broken when I�m lonesome,
And I don�t feel light when you�re gone away.**
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