Disclaimer: Angel is not and never will be mine.
Author's Note: Just a lone-shot fic based around the line "Sunny was nice, and now she's dead."
"Then get on down here, Cowboy." I follow her voice down to her smiling face and the curious brown and white cake held to my mouth.
I bite it and a mixture of chocolate and fake cream fills my mouth, I devour another bite, chocolate staining one side of my mouth. I smile; it was the first time I smiled in this world, this hideous place that takes away people like her.
At that moment nothing else mattered. She was the only thing that was right and good, the only thing I had ever encountered that was. Sure, she spoke about odd things and didn't understand my trophies, but she was perfect because of that. Her loose hair flowed in a way that I had never seen before. Her femininity encircled her loose jeans and tight T-shirt. Her brown eyes shone with amusement at me, briefly hiding the pain behind them. In that moment I loved her more than anything else I have ever encountered in my life.
"I know this!" I exclaim, wanting to impress her so badly it makes me hurt a little inside, "A implement for eating!"
"No!" Her movement seems slow, "That's not for eating."
She hangs her head, ashamed of whatever it's used for. I look at her, confused. I attempt a half-smile as I try and eat the caramel flavoured mixture within the cup. My hair falls into my eyes as I try and recapture her attention. It seems impossible and I move away, wanting to find something else of interest.
Among the tattered clothing on the floor I find another shirt, similar to the one I wear. It's short sleeves amuse me briefly as I think of the stupidity of them in this cold world. I pull it on the hope that it will give me more warmth and crawl back to the table; maybe she will find me more attractive like this.
"What are these?" The pills on the table somehow seems menacing to me, one of the many things I don't understand here.
She tells me that they are happy medicine, to help her when she is upset. I don't understand, cake is better than the ugly, white circles on the table. She grins and feeds me more, as if I was a big puppy. I laugh, but only a little bit, nothing can go wrong now.
She tells me about her parents, about her dead mother and how she had to get away from her father. She tells me that he is evil and I tell her he should be killed. I want to kill anyone that would hurt her, this perfect thing in this cruel world. The rush of blood that I am so familiar with flows through my veins, anger swells within me.
She places her hand on my arm, "You don't say much…"
I peer over at her, wondering about what is going to happen. I love her, and I want her to love me, badly. There is a pit where my stomach used to be. Sweat appears on my arm where she's touching me. My heart has paused, waiting on her next words.
"But I like what you do say."
She presses her lips against mine. Confusion briefly surges within me. I realise. We kiss.
That kiss, it's always where my memory of Sunny ends, I know what happens next. I know that she pulled away and died. I know that half an hour later I found her draped over the bath, dead with a needle in her arm. Hell, I even know what was in that needle, but the kiss is where it always ends.
In some ways that's the worst memory I have of my other life, because of what I know. I know that she died and that I didn't understand, but I know that no matter how many nightmares I have of Quar-toth, I'll have this one moment. The one moment when the other me was truly happy, and that's enough.