It had been three years since he turned back the day. He hadn't thought about it in little over two though. He had been busy. It was only after his son was born that he wanted so much to call her share in his happiness. Cordelia said that Buffy wouldn't want to know that he, who had promised her forever once, had a child with out her.
Angel never told her and Conner was taken two months after his birth. Angel felt like his whole world was falling apart. So here he was now sitting in his office thinking about his life with Buffy.
He thought about the day that it snowed in Sunnydale. He remembered how much it hurt when Buffy called him weak for giving up. But how she continued to try and convince him to go inside. Then it snowed and they walked through the town. The day before graduation and how Buffy put her own life on the line. Only to save him. He marked her that day and yet still left. He knew that she was hurt. Willow had called him and yelled at him. Then when she came at thanksgiving and they had twenty- four hours together. He remembered how upset she was and how she cried. He heard her voice again saying 'I'll never forget. I'll never forget.' How much it hurt to let her walk away after the day was taken back. How much it hurt when she said that she didn't trust him. He knew that she had been hurting but it didn't help. The love of his life said that she didn't trust him and at the time she was the only one that she thought he could trust.
He decided that he had to do something. He walked into his bedroom and packed a bag. Cordelia came in and tried to stop him. For the first time in two years Angel ignored her. Pushing her out of his way he headed down the stairs. He meet Gunn and left instructions about what to do well he was gone. He walked out to his car and threw his bag in the trunk. He sped towards Sunnydale. When he got there he didn't head straight to her. Instead he went to his mansion and started a fire knowing that she would feel him and come.
He had been there for only an hour. She walked into the front room and saw him standing beside the fire half in the light and half out. She walked over and sat on the couch. Neither spoke for what seemed like hours. She raised her head from the flames and looked straight into his deep brown eyes.
"What are you doing here Angel? Shouldn't you be in L.A. saving people? Why'd you come back?"
"I… I have something that I need to tell you. Your probably going to get very mad and we'll scream and yell at each other, maybe throw a few punches and then one or the other of us will storm out. I just want you too know that I did what I did not because I was selfish but because I was hoping it would buy you some more time. I just hope you can forgive me." Angel told her.
"What did you do?" Buffy asked a look of confusion on her face.
