Angel – The Matchmaker
Angel awoke with a start, tears streaming down his face.
He had been dreaming of the day he was a mortal, and of everything he
had
did that day. He often dreamt of it only to wake in tears from
remembering
what he could have had.
However, he was not alone with these thoughts. Buffy had also awoke at
the
exact same moment, from the exact same dream. Since it had happened,
she had
only remembered parts of the day- even after The Oracles turned back
time,
but she had recently fought another Mohra demon in Sunnydale, and all
the
memories came flooding back.
When she finally remembered it all, she too had cried, but she had also
cried for the fact that Angel returned his life to spare her's.
After Angel had calmed himself down, he sat up and thought of all the
thinks
that he did have.
Thanks to The Powers That Be, he had his soul (which had been anchored
forever when he became human) which gave him the power to care - and
even
to love others.
He had friends; Doyle, Cordy, Willow, Giles, and hell, even Xander!
And then of course, he had Buffy. Buffy… The women he loved. With all
his
heart and soul – and the women he had to leave- he shook himself out of
the
beginnings of self-pity at that thought.
'Right,' he said to himself. 'I am lucky enough to have a soul so that
I can
care and love these people, and I have completed part of my trial to
become
human again after I fought that Mohra Demon (The Powers That Be saw
that he
had reclined his chance at early release to save Buffy and so told him
that
he had slain all the demons he had to), and so I want them all to be
happy –
even if I cannot be. But how?' At that he started to stroke his chin
with
his right hand, deep in thought. 'Well,' he thought, 'even though I
cannot
be with her, I am happier being in love with Buffy than I ever was
alone.
Maybe having someone to love would make them all happy to?' his face
lighting up at the thought. 'But how do I do that?' he asked himself,
the
thoughtful look (and pose) appearing once more.
However, he was only like that for minutes before he was disrupted from
his
thoughts by sounds from upstairs. It was Doyle and Cordelia. They were
arguing –again. And loudly – very loudly. Angel dragged himself up and
over
to the bathroom, muttering "The sound of thoses two arguing. My signal
to
get up."
Angel awoke with a start, tears streaming down his face.
He had been dreaming of the day he was a mortal, and of everything he
had
did that day. He often dreamt of it only to wake in tears from
remembering
what he could have had.
However, he was not alone with these thoughts. Buffy had also awoke at
the
exact same moment, from the exact same dream. Since it had happened,
she had
only remembered parts of the day- even after The Oracles turned back
time,
but she had recently fought another Mohra demon in Sunnydale, and all
the
memories came flooding back.
When she finally remembered it all, she too had cried, but she had also
cried for the fact that Angel returned his life to spare her's.
After Angel had calmed himself down, he sat up and thought of all the
thinks
that he did have.
Thanks to The Powers That Be, he had his soul (which had been anchored
forever when he became human) which gave him the power to care - and
even
to love others.
He had friends; Doyle, Cordy, Willow, Giles, and hell, even Xander!
And then of course, he had Buffy. Buffy… The women he loved. With all
his
heart and soul – and the women he had to leave- he shook himself out of
the
beginnings of self-pity at that thought.
'Right,' he said to himself. 'I am lucky enough to have a soul so that
I can
care and love these people, and I have completed part of my trial to
become
human again after I fought that Mohra Demon (The Powers That Be saw
that he
had reclined his chance at early release to save Buffy and so told him
that
he had slain all the demons he had to), and so I want them all to be
happy –
even if I cannot be. But how?' At that he started to stroke his chin
with
his right hand, deep in thought. 'Well,' he thought, 'even though I
cannot
be with her, I am happier being in love with Buffy than I ever was
alone.
Maybe having someone to love would make them all happy to?' his face
lighting up at the thought. 'But how do I do that?' he asked himself,
the
thoughtful look (and pose) appearing once more.
However, he was only like that for minutes before he was disrupted from
his
thoughts by sounds from upstairs. It was Doyle and Cordelia. They were
arguing –again. And loudly – very loudly. Angel dragged himself up and
over
to the bathroom, muttering "The sound of thoses two arguing. My signal
to
get up."