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"Well, I for one am going to take a long, hot bath just as soon as we--"
"Willow?"
"…"
"Angel, wha--"
"When?"
"…"
"When, Willow!?"
"Four days ago."
"Ok, what's the dire? Did little Miss 'Slays-A-Lot' get herself into trouble again?"
"Cordelia, I--"
"No, Wesley…because every time she or one of her scoobies come here he's all with the gloom and doom for days. And we were doing fine, for once. And now she has to march back into our lives ONCE AGAIN and fuck everything up. Well, you can tell her to shove it, Willow. Angel is NOT helping her this time."
"Funny…that's almost verbatim what you told her when she called for help two weeks ago, isn't it? Well, look, she won't be a problem anymore, Cordelia, neither will any of us. I just came to deliver the message in person. Because she made me promise to…before she…so I did."
Not even the newly-freed Fred missed the tears falling from the woman's eyes, or look of utter despair seeping from Angel's form.
"I'll be going now. "
Willow stepped towards the group, pausing only to place her hand upon Angel's shoulder and told him, "I'm sorry, Angel. She—"
"Thank you for coming, Willow."
Almost as if the earlier tension had been erased from her mind, the witch dried her eyes and smiled.
"I like what you've done with the place, by the way. Especially your suite. I wish I could say it was good to see everyone again. Wesley…"
With that, she disappeared…literally.
"Woah, I know I'm new and all but does that usually happen here?"
"No, Fred. Angel, what--"
Cordelia briefly thought 'he's Angelus again', from the murderous glare coming from his eyes as he turned to her.
"She called for help you didn't tell me?"
"Angela, I--"
"DON'T you dare apologize. As far as I'm concerned, YOU are the one who put her in her grave. Get out!"
"Her grave? Angel, what are you talking about?"
"She's dead because of you! She's dead because you didn't tell me she needed help. You selfish, stupid bitch! Leave! Get out now, Cordelia or else…"
He didn't even spare a glance to make sure she had left, he heard all the others gasp as her said the words 'grave' and 'dead'. None of it mattered to him; nothing did anymore. Willow had come to deliver the message that his soul mate had died. Nothing would be alright again.