Willow could feel the tears that threatened to overflow from her eyes. She sobbed softly, wishing that Angel's arms were around her, while at the same time hating herself for it. The red haired hacker looked down at her feet, feeling more then a little guilty. She'd done something wrong, something unforgivable, and he wouldn't let it go. What happened between them shouldn't have. She didn't belong with him, and he certainly didn't belong with her, no matter how much she wanted him to. She had no right to Angel. He belonged to Buffy and could never be hers. She fought back another round of sobs.

Realizing abruptly, that standing in the middle of a Sunnydale street at night wasn't exactly the safest thing to do, she began to walk. Even in her current state of mind, Willow was anything but stupid.

As she walked, she circled her arms about her waist, trying to offer herself some comfort. She needed him. She needed him more then she could ever recall needing anyone, even Xander, and she'd run from him.

Would Angel forgive her? Would he even want her now that he'd seen Buffy? Could she really compare what had seemed so extraordinary only days before, with what he and the Slayer had shared? To Willow, intoxicating was far too tame a word for what she and Angel had shared. Never had she experienced anything like the white hot passion that flared between them, somehow born, or perhaps nurtured by the comfortable friendship they had always had.

She wiped angrily at the tears, wanting to hate herself for her weakness, for the weakness of wanting and loving someone she shouldn't. The redhead found herself wondering how it could be so easy for him. How could he simply appear to cast off his love for Buffy? Why hadn't things stayed simple? Why had she gone to him? Why had she allowed things to happen as they had?

It wasn't like this was really that sudden. It wasn't as though she had been unaware of the slow changes that had taken place in her relationship with the vampire over the past months. Anymore then she was surprised by the tender kiss that had been pressed to her lips, when she'd cried herself out the night Oz left. That night she hadn't gone to Buffy. No, that night she'd found comfort in the arms of her other best friend.

She supposed it was only natural to have found common ground with him. Angel had been there for her when the others had been too busy, or too tired of hearing about her pain.

He'd even found humor in the fact that her 'will be done spell' had lead to Spike and Buffy believing themselves in love. Angel had been beside himself. He hadn't been able to stop laughing, and oddly it was the first time, that the vampire hadn't brooded for days after the mere mention of the Slayer's name. Willow almost smiled, thinking of all the things they had shared with each other.

Willow sighed and pushed her hair back out of her face. She drew in a calming breath, and began to walk at a quicker pace, when her house came into view. 'Her parents house, actually', she amended mentally as she reached the front steps. Already she could feel her mind whispering the truth against her senses. She'd felt more at home, over the last couple weeks in L.A., than she had for the last four years in this house. L.A. wasn't so strange really, at least not with Angel by her side.

She shivered delicately as the memory of the vampire's touch washed over her. She groaned, and forced herself up the stairs to the front door as her mind replayed exactly what had happened. What had preceded their move from friends to lovers.

Her heart pounded in her ears as she recalled the sound of his voice whispering her name over and over, as he pressed his mouth to her neck. The feel of him, as her arms held him closer as comfort gave way to passion. How his hands had trembled as they uncovered her pale flesh. The feel of his lips caressing hers. His whispered Gaelic words, as he slowly joined their flesh for the first time. The feeling of falling asleep with his cool, hard body pressed intimately against her own.

'Oh Goddess', she whispered breathlessly, forcing her thoughts away from the memories. The redhead exhaled harshly, and propelled herself up the stairs to her room. She was not surprised to see that little had changed since the last time she'd been there. She sat on her bed, not bothering to turn on the lights. All she wanted to do was curl up and sleep. To allow herself to get lost in her memories.

She wanted him, she knew. Willow realized as she sat there, that she wanted to take back all the things she'd said to him. Whether this was a mistake or not, there was no denying, she wanted Angel.