"It's over, Lilah."
"That's what we always say. But we both know how this song ends, cowboy. You, me…broken furniture." She leaned in for a kiss, but stopped when he didn't move an inch. "You're serious."
"After last night -"
"You know how I feel…" Her voice was quiet.
Wesley scoffed. "You don't feel."
"The only true thing I've ever… I'm in love with you, Wesley!"
"You don't love me!" He snapped. "You can't…" His voice got quiet as he was suddenly unsure.
Suddenly, she was in danger of crying. "How can you say that?" she whispered. "Do you know how many hours I spent last night wondering about whether you were alive or dead? Fearing the worst, but hoping for the best?"
"I…"
"No. You don't. Because you don't care, and it's you who played me all along."
"Lilah –"
"Don't you 'Lilah' me! You can't tell me it's over, not believe me when I tell you what I feel, tell me I'm not feeling what I do, and then say my name! You don't deserve to say my name –"
Wesley grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her out of the doorway, pushing her over to the wall. Little had Lilah known, Cordelia had been standing right behind her, with a very poorly hidden knife.
"Don't cross me, Wesley!" Cordelia boomed. "I'm not here for you."
"Then get lost! You're not getting what you came for!"
"You dare defy me?" Cordelia approached him with the knife.
Wesley backed away, but ended up tripping on the coffee table, stumbling backwards.
Cordelia approached him steadily, and suddenly a shattering was heard.
Lilah had crashed a vase over Cordelia's head. "Bitch!"
Cordelia crumpled to the ground, unconscious.
"Nobody messes with my man!" She grabbed Cordelia's knife and pocketed it. Then she grabbed Cordelia by the arms, drug her out of Wesley's apartment, returned and shut and locked the door. She crossed her arms. "You're welcome."
It took Wesley a few moments to comprehend what had just happened. He slowly rose to his feet. "Cordelia…tried to kill you."
"I know, I was there."
"That doesn't make sense."
"Uh, hello? Not important!" She walked over to him. "You. Me. Status: Now."
Wesley pulled her to him and kissed her deeply.
Lilah was right. The song always ends the same:
Her. Him. Broken furniture.