There's no more blood left. It's all gone and all used up. At least it was for a reason, though now I'll never get to see my Angel again. I will never get to stand in the sunlight with him or see the light on his demon-less features again.

As long as the slayer is in me and the demon is in him, we will love the other 'being'. But they are not part of our very souls, so not of our essence that we could love the same without it.

Oh Angel. I have left without you. I'm sorry. It's not supposed to be this way. But I hope you can understand it. I can't sacrifice the most important person left in the world again. I carely did it last time. It was all slayer reflexes because I was too pained and numb to move or breathe.

Angel.

My mind races with the images of you through every encounter. I always remembered our day, and now I can see it clearly. It's part of my heaven. I even have our first time together here. But that's given.

I am not happy or peaceful though, I lie in wait for you. Are you coming soon? How long will I have to wait?

Oh Angel... My love.