Hello, fellow Bangel-shippers. This is just the prologue so that's why it's all short and stuff. Joss Whedon owns Buffy. Enjoy.
A Professional Love
BPOV
"Angel?" I whisper, poking my head in the open door.
"Come in," he responds from his desk, voice full of tension. I walk into his large, spacious office. I take a deep breath and place the sheet of paper in front of him. He looks up in confusion.
"What's this?" he asks, picking it up. I can't look him in the eye; it hurts too much.
"My letter of resignation," I say finally, softly. His soft brown eyes flash with an emotion I can't quite place. Love? Sadness? Regret?
"Why?" I can hear the desperation and exhaustion in his voice.
"What we are doing here, it's wrong, Angel. It's so, so wrong and I just can't do it anymore," I tell him, tears filling my eyes.
"This was never my intention, Buffy," he whispers, sadly, "But now we're both in too deep for it to ever change."
"It has to change!" I exclaim, the tears finally spilling from my eyes, "I can't keep doing this. We tip-toe around each other here and then meet anywhere else to fuck like rabbits. Angel, it's just too damn much for me to handle." I watch as his jaw clenches and he stays silent for a few moments.
"I love you, Buffy," are the words that finally leave his mouth. I feel my eyes widen in shock and then I shake my head.
"No. You don't. You never have and never will," I tell him sternly.
"Don't tell me how I feel," he snaps.
"I'm done here, Angel. We're over. And I quit." He stands from his desk and walks over to me, cupping my face in his large, but gentle hands.
"Buffy…" he whispers. I stand up on my tip-toes and brush my lips gently against his.
"Good-bye, Angel," I murmur quietly and slip out of his soft hold. I take a deep breath as I place my hand on the door's cool, steel handle. I spare on last parting glance at my now former boss-slash-lover and nearly crumble as I see tears streaking his strong cheeks. I brace myself and pull the door open, walking out of his life forever and leaving all that was left of my heart behind. I wipe the tears fiercely off my cheeks. I love you, Angel.
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