Cordelia smiles, holding a dirty rag in her hand. She looks around the new home for Angel Investigations, "This has definate potential." She walks up the lobby stairs and down the hall to where Angel was. She smiled as she stepped in, seeing him sitting in a chair facing the window. She said quietly, "Are there anymore boxes?" Angel turned his focus off the window and to her, his focus then went to a box that was between the two. Cordelia followed his eyes to see what he was looking to. She paused as her eyes laid upon an old box marked, "Doyle." Angel moved stiffly in his chair, "I didn't realize-" He was interupted by Cordelia, as she put her hand up. "It's okay, I'll take the box home with me." She let out a frumpy smile, trying to hide the fact that she was still in shock and becoming somewhat emotional. She walked over to the box and leaned over to pick it up. Angel removed himself from the chair and quickly made his way beside Cordelia. She picked up the box and stood up, facing Angel. He looked at her, his own sadness was obvious, "Are you sure your going to be okay? I know how you felt when he..." Angel was at a lose for words, he was choked up inside. Cordelia closed her eyes for a moment and remembered Doyle's goofy smile, a smile forming upon her lips. "I'll be fine Angel." Angel knew that she wasn't going to admit she was still sad, so he stood down. "Okay, well I think we're done here for the night." Cordelia nodded saying her good-bye's to Angel and the others, then making her way home.
Cordelia sat down on her bed, with the box infront of her. She had been sitting there with it for an hour now, just watching the box. Her face would change from a smile, to a tear, and back again. Finally she reached over at took the lid off the large box. Her eye's lit up, the first thing she seen being his alchohol scented leather jacket. She took the jacket out of the box and laughed holding it in her hands. "I always hated this jacket." She looked up as if she were talking to someone who was at the other end of her bed. She slowly placed the jacket on a chair beside her bed, then returning back to the box. She noticed the temperature in the room had dropped so she slipped on her robe and slippers. She moved closer to the box and took out his old flask, "Ughh figures this would be one of the things in here! It was his lifeline." She smiled as a tear glided down her cheek. Phantom Dennis brought a box of tissues beside her, she smiled looking down at the box putting her hand ontop of it. "Thanks Dennis." She took one wiping her tears away, then putting the flask with the coat. She reached inside the box and pulled out a handful of pictures. She began looking through them seeing various pictures of Doyle at the bar, with old friends, when he was little, and so on. She finally reached the last couple of pictures and ran her finger down on that shown Doyle, Angel and herself. She flipped to the next picture seeing it was one of herself. A smile formed on her face seeing that Doyle was in the backround of the picture pointing to her with a huge grin on his face. She took the two pictures and set them on her dresser. She looked around the room, noticing that it was still very cold. She walked to her living room and checked the thermostat and it read 80. She formed a puzzled look on her face then shrugged the thought off as she returned to her bedroom.
Sitting down once more on the bed she reached into the box, this time pulling out various objects. A videotape, a small box, a piece of holded up paper. Cordelia got up and put the tape into the VCR and grabbed the remote hitting "play." Sitting back down on her bed she leaned forward leaning her head on her hands. She smiled as the image poped up, it was the commercial that she was shotting of Doyle, outtakes and all. Her smile widened as she watched the tape play through. Many tears began to slide down her face, the tissues had come in handy after all. She let out a sigh where she had stopped recording the commercial, and as she began to lean up something else poped onto the screen. She watched wondering what else had been taped. An image of Doyle had taken up the screen, with talking behind him. Cordelia shifted on the bed as she watched, realized Doyle was still at the office after the commercial taping. Doyle moved clumsily with the recorder as he whispered into the mic, "I'm about ta show ya thee most beautiful angel ye'll ever see." The camera had taken focus on Cordelia filing her nails. Doyle whispered into the mic again, "Okay, so she maybe a lit'l dramatic at times, but she means well. She drives me crazy sometimes, but I dun mind at all. I can't help but love 'er, how can't ya? Now she dun exactly know I love 'er yet, but she will...someday." She leaned up looking down at the paper and the box, and picked up the small box. She struggled, but finally it snapped open. She lifted up a gold necklace with a heart charm. She grasped the heart between her fingers, feeling the coldness of it. Looking into the exquisite detail she turned it over seeing an inscription that read "Delia my Princess." At this point she was blubbering with tears, knowing that Doyle had bought this for her, but never had the chance to give it to her.
Cordelia sat down on her bed, with the box infront of her. She had been sitting there with it for an hour now, just watching the box. Her face would change from a smile, to a tear, and back again. Finally she reached over at took the lid off the large box. Her eye's lit up, the first thing she seen being his alchohol scented leather jacket. She took the jacket out of the box and laughed holding it in her hands. "I always hated this jacket." She looked up as if she were talking to someone who was at the other end of her bed. She slowly placed the jacket on a chair beside her bed, then returning back to the box. She noticed the temperature in the room had dropped so she slipped on her robe and slippers. She moved closer to the box and took out his old flask, "Ughh figures this would be one of the things in here! It was his lifeline." She smiled as a tear glided down her cheek. Phantom Dennis brought a box of tissues beside her, she smiled looking down at the box putting her hand ontop of it. "Thanks Dennis." She took one wiping her tears away, then putting the flask with the coat. She reached inside the box and pulled out a handful of pictures. She began looking through them seeing various pictures of Doyle at the bar, with old friends, when he was little, and so on. She finally reached the last couple of pictures and ran her finger down on that shown Doyle, Angel and herself. She flipped to the next picture seeing it was one of herself. A smile formed on her face seeing that Doyle was in the backround of the picture pointing to her with a huge grin on his face. She took the two pictures and set them on her dresser. She looked around the room, noticing that it was still very cold. She walked to her living room and checked the thermostat and it read 80. She formed a puzzled look on her face then shrugged the thought off as she returned to her bedroom.
Sitting down once more on the bed she reached into the box, this time pulling out various objects. A videotape, a small box, a piece of holded up paper. Cordelia got up and put the tape into the VCR and grabbed the remote hitting "play." Sitting back down on her bed she leaned forward leaning her head on her hands. She smiled as the image poped up, it was the commercial that she was shotting of Doyle, outtakes and all. Her smile widened as she watched the tape play through. Many tears began to slide down her face, the tissues had come in handy after all. She let out a sigh where she had stopped recording the commercial, and as she began to lean up something else poped onto the screen. She watched wondering what else had been taped. An image of Doyle had taken up the screen, with talking behind him. Cordelia shifted on the bed as she watched, realized Doyle was still at the office after the commercial taping. Doyle moved clumsily with the recorder as he whispered into the mic, "I'm about ta show ya thee most beautiful angel ye'll ever see." The camera had taken focus on Cordelia filing her nails. Doyle whispered into the mic again, "Okay, so she maybe a lit'l dramatic at times, but she means well. She drives me crazy sometimes, but I dun mind at all. I can't help but love 'er, how can't ya? Now she dun exactly know I love 'er yet, but she will...someday." She leaned up looking down at the paper and the box, and picked up the small box. She struggled, but finally it snapped open. She lifted up a gold necklace with a heart charm. She grasped the heart between her fingers, feeling the coldness of it. Looking into the exquisite detail she turned it over seeing an inscription that read "Delia my Princess." At this point she was blubbering with tears, knowing that Doyle had bought this for her, but never had the chance to give it to her.