A/N: I'm baaaaaaack. This time with an Angel/Collins fic. A sad one, I should add. And for once I'm not using an Adam Pascal song! (not that there's anything wrong with that.) After reading it over twice, it seems cheesy. I apologize for the cheese. I never mean to make my writing seem cheesy. I love cheese. I just hate cheesy writing. Make sense? Good. Enjoy, please R&R!
Disclaimer: Lyrics written by the amazing Melissa Etheridge.

Come to my window
Crawl inside, wait by the light
Of the moon
Come to my window
I'll be home soon

Every time Collins thought about Angel he could feel his heart pound a little bit faster. His mind seemed to scream. He wanted to escape reality. He just wanted to be with her. He had never felt anything like this. Not ever.

I would dial the numbers
Just to listen to your breath
I would stand inside my hell
And hold the hand of death
You don't know how far I'd go
To ease this precious ache
You dint know how much I'd give
Or how much I can take
Just to reach you

But she had died. She went peacefully. Well, as peaceful as you can be when your life is about to end in two seconds.

He recalled a faint sigh escaping from her lips, and with a slight shake, a slight pull in his arms, and a soft squeeze at his hand, and then, all in a flicker, it was over.

The thoughts of her slipping away had become the reality he had wanted to escape. The thought of her life ending after she had done so much with the life she had, but the fact that she had so much life in her, made Collins blind.

He would wince every time their voice mail came on. He didn't't want to erase the old message. He felt her voice just needed to be there and it needed to be present. Sure, it would confuse people and maybe people would think he was a little crazy or too sentiment, but who cared. It was his life.

Keeping my eyes open
I cannot afford to sleep
Giving away promises
I know that I can't keep
Nothing fills the blackness
That has seeped into my chest
I need you in my blood
I am forsaking all the rest
Just to reach you
Just to reach you
Oh to reach you

Now and then his mind would be full of blank and dark thoughts. It was hard to get to sleep at night without her body next to his. Their bed had suddenly felt cold, and Collins couldn't't stand it so he would attempt sleep out on their sofa.

It was depression, he knew it. Roger had had the same thing. But Roger was able to move on…after a little convincing, of course.

But Collins didn't't want to move on. He wanted to stay in this obsession….this, past, for as long as he could. He didn't't want his life to go on. He wanted to stay in his own little world. He did't want to escape.

I don't care what they think
I don't care what they say
What do they know about this
Love anyway

He would remember having moments with Angel and their over-the-top Public Displays of Affection. He did't care if they had gotten looks or if their actions were deemed inappropriate. They were in love. The true, deep kind of love you only find in fairy tales or Disney Movies. The kind of love every lonely teenager wanted. But this was real life. This was their adult lives. They had it. They craved it. And they received it.

Come to my window
Crawl inside, wait by the light
Of the moon
Come to my window
I'll be home soon

Collins sat by their big picture window that viewed Central Park. He pulled his knees up to his chest and poured himself a drink of Bourbon.

"I'll be home soon." He whispered.

R&R! Don't make me remind you!