Chapter 2

The dreams seemed endless after that night. I never got Angel out of my head, he was attached to me. He was like a ghost; something I knew was there, but could never get rid of. Over the days I became restless, searching for comfort, never finding it. I tried my best to ignore everything, ditching classes, avoiding my friends, sneaking in and out of my house. The only duty I continued was patrolling- and if I'm honest, the only reason I did that was because I hoped in some way Angel would try and find me. He never did.

I lost track of days and time after Angel broke my heart. I ate, went to school, cut class, went back home, patrolled and slept. Mom was too sensitive to ask, so I escaped my mother's questions. It wasn't so easy hiding from my friends, namely Willow.

I was patrolling one night. It was dark, quiet and haunting in the graveyard. I could deal with that; after all, it's pretty much text book for me. I never thought I'd see Willow spring out from a crypt. She, of course, wanted to talk to me.

'I talked to Angel' Willow said, softly, almost a whisper. That was all it took, no more words, the silent tears just came. Willow walked to me, and sat me on a tomb. I curled into a ball, head on her lap, and sobbed for hours.

After what felt like a lifetime, I lifted up my head, and uttered five words.

'I feel like I'm dying Will.'

And with that, we needed no more words. Will took me home, and I slept.

'I love you'

'I need you'

'Stay with me forever'

We were walking through a park. The sun was beaming, we had nothing to hide. Angel looked radiant in the sun, his hair seeming glittery in the sunlight. It made my heart ache, for I knew this would never be true.

Angel looked at me, and smiled. His teeth were perfect, his eyes melted with mine; I wanted to be with him forever.

'I love you' He stared into my eyes. Those three words were too much for me. It hurt too much. I started to run.

'Buffy!' He called me, his voice deep with pain. I turned around. He reached out for me, his eyes longing for me. I started to walk back to him, my arm outstretched.

Our hands reached for each other.

He began to turn to dust.

'Angel!' I whispered, tears streaming.

He was gone.