Spend all your time waiting

For that second chance

For a break that would make it okay

There's always one reason

To feel not good enough

And it's hard at the end of the day

I need some distraction

Oh beautiful release

Memory seeps from my veins

Let me be empty

And weightless and maybe

I'll find some peace tonight

The raindrops glittered on the window, a soft rain accompanying the image. I stood, looking out, tears falling down my face. Sniffing softly, I wiped away smeared mascara from my cheeks, cradling something small in my hand.

"Angel, why did you leave me?" I whispered softly, opening my hand to reveal a white rose, its petals formed perfectly, its stem without thorns. I caressed the stem softly, then exclaimed loudly as an unseen thorn pierced my finger, drawing blood from the surface. Dropping the rose, I clutched my hand, the tears breaking loose again.

So tired of the straight line

And everywhere you turn

There are vultures and thieves at your back

And the storm keeps on twisting

You keep on building the lie

That you make up for all that you lack

It don't make no difference

Escaping one last time

It's easier to believe in this sweet madness oh

This glorious sadness that brings me to my knees

Looking at the blood, I picked up the rose again. This time the virgin white surface was smeared with red, drawing away from the beauty, making it ugly again. To my amazement, the rose shriveled up, turning brown, and the petals fell off one by one before my eyes. Dropping the once-beautiful object, I buried my face in my hands, sliding down the window, weeping at the sight.

In the arms of an angel

Fly away from here

From this dark cold hotel room

And the endlessness that you fear

You are pulled from the wreckage

Of your silent reverie

You're in the arms of the angel

May you find some comfort there?

Suddenly a quiet voice whispered. "Buffy?" I looked up, my eyes glittering, and collapsed into the arms of my lover, my tears dampening his once-dry shirt. He caressed my hair, his fingers gentle on my skin, and comforted me. I felt safe now, protected.

"Angel, I love… I love you…" I whispered. As if he seemed to understand, the image of my angel became fuzzy at the edges, and then suddenly, he vanished, his image replaced by sparkling drops falling on the grass outside the window.

I turned to look at the rose. Its once marred surface was removed of the blood, and had returned to its beautiful white form.

You're in the arms of the angel

May you find some comfort here