A/N: I am terribly sorry that it has taken me so long to update this fanfic. I have been working on others and with school; well you know what that's like.

Here's the next chapter.

Song: Whatever It Is by Zac Brown Band

Wesley's POV

I helped Angel retrieve some books in his private library for us to read. Actually, Angel pulled books off the shelves and handed them to me to hold onto until he was absolutely sure that he grabbed every book that he needed. He took the large pile from me and proceeded to the table in the kitchen.

"Cordelia, I think you should take some time off." Angel said as Cordelia tried to reach for a book to help out.

"But-"

"Cordelia, I mean it. Go home, get some rest. You deserve it."

Cordelia left Angel's apartment and I asked Angel, "Brachen demons?"

"Doyle was half demon, half human. I grabbed books on Brachen demons, humans, ghosts and the PTB."

I grabbed a rather large book on Brachen demons and Angel grabbed a book on the PTB. The both of us immediately began on our research. My first few books gave me nothing but I eventually found an entry that caught my attention.

She's got eyes that cut you, like a knife

And her lips that taste like sweet red wine.

And her pretty legs go to heaven every time.

Cordelia's POV

Angel had insisted that I at least take the day off due to my vision I had that morning. I really did want to help with the research to maybe lighten up the load on Wesley and Angel but Angel pushed me out of the door as far as he possibly could without stepping into the sunlight.

I slowly walked the short distance back to my apartment and I decided to just sleep my short break through. Then a thought occurred to me. Maybe I would have a dream about Doyle.

I was walking along a beach in California, holding hands with a guy who had looked extremely familiar to me. Although I could not see the man's face, I knew that I recognized him. I honestly could not figure out exactly who he was. He turned towards me and I saw that it was Doyle.

"I love you, Princess." Doyle softly said to me, before he kissed me.

"I love you too, Doyle. I love you so much."

"I know."

The scene changed but I knew that we were at Doyle's apartment on his bed. We were both under the covers with my head lying on his bare chest. He softly stroked my hair and kissed the top of my head sweetly. I looked up at him and kissed his lips. The both of us were on the brink of falling fast asleep.

"Doyle?" I asked, getting ready to ask him a question.

"Cordelia, wake up." he said to me.

When I woke up in my own bed at my apartment, I discovered that Angel was the one waking me up.

I sat up, rubbing the sleep away from my exhausted eyes as I groggily asked Angel, "What is wrong? Do you need me for anything? Oh God. Wesley did not blow up your apartment did he?"

He chuckled before he said, "My apartment is still intact. I am just here to check up on you. Just to be one hundred percent sure that you were doing okay."

"I'm fine."

"Alright, alright. You can go back to sleep now if you want"

"Okay. Just make sure that Dennis doesn't shove you out into the daylight." I said as I lay back down and pulled the covers back over me, attempting to get as comfortable as I possibly could.

As soon as I heard the door close again, I was out like a light.

She's got a gentle way that puts me at ease

And when she walks in the room I can hardly breathe

Got a devastating smile, knock a grown man to his knees.

Wesley's POV

During my research, after Angel returned from checking up on Cordelia, I found a small entry talking about two people who were meant to be together, also known as soulmates in a book about the PTB.

"Soulmates…" I whispered.

"Did you say something, Wesley?"

"Soulmates." I repeated but louder this time.

Angel looked at me confused and questioned, "What does that have to do with anything?"

"It says here that when a happy couple, whether they be human, demon or a mix of the two, are bound to be together forever, or as we know them, soulmates, and one of them dies, then the previously dead one will return to his/her soulmate in a ghost form."

"So what you are saying is that Doyle and Cordelia are soulmates?" Angel curiously asked.

"They could be but I am not for sure…"

"It looks like to me that we will be researching a different topic area." Angel said, grabbing more books off the shelves but these ones were about soulmates and true love.

She's got whatever it is.

It blows me away.

She's everything I wanna say to a woman

But I couldn't find the words to say.

She's got whatever it is.

Don't know what to do.

Because every time I try to tell her how I feel

It comes out I LOVE YOU.

You got whatever it is.

Doyle's POV

I over watched Angel and Wesley as they researched about soulmates and such and it was giving me a few answers to the questions I had from the moment Cordelia walked into Angel Investigations and when I first came back as a ghost.

1: It explained why I was brought back here.

2: It explained why I was so drawn to Cordelia.

And 3: It answered my question on why I felt like I never wanted to leave Cordelia's side.

I listened to Wesley and Angel exchange information and Wesley said that ghosts can only leave their destined place at night. This thrilled me because it was now night time and I could leave here to go to Cordelia's home.

I just wanted to stop by at the Oracles first to see if they could tell me anything that I did not already know.

You know I've never been the type

That would ever wanna stay.

And bring em home at night.

And their gone the next day.

But that all changed.

When she walked into my life.

Cordelia's POV

When I woke up, I took a shower and after I had gotten dressed once again, I took out my notebook and a pen and I began to write yet another letter to Doyle.

Dear Doyle,

How have you been? Is it possible for you to talk and see other ghosts? Anyway, instead of writing you a heartfelt letter like last time, I decided to write a poem using my non-existent creativity.

I would always wonder if we would ever be together.

I want to be your forever.

But I was too late to say I love you.

I was too late. What else can I do?

I love your Irish accent and blue eyes.

I want to be by your side.

But you left as you sacrificed your own life.

You didn't care. You knew how to pay the price.

I was too late to love you.

I was too late to care about you.

I cry for you to return to me.

I was so stupid not to see that you loved me.

I'm sure we will see each other again.

I don't know where you're going or where you've been.

You left me on a kiss

With you, I felt true bliss.

You sacrificed your life to save a dozen or more.

You left Angel and me so torn.

You died right before my eyes.

Now I will never be by your side.

I was too late to say those three words.

I was too late. Now I can't be your girl.

I was too late to say, "I love you."

Love, Cordelia

I curled up in a ball on my couch and fell asleep once again.

I stood in a white room and if it weren't for the marble floors, beauty of the room and the three other people in the room, I would have thought I was in an insane asylum.

And people ask me why it is

I tell em I don't know.

There's just something bout the woman

That makes my heart go haywire.

And she's gonna be my wife.

Doyle's POV

"What brings you here, lower being?" the Brother oracle asked me, sounding extremely impatient.

"He is anything but a lower being, Brother. After all, he sacrificed his life and the love he could have had to save half breeds." the Sister oracle commented. "Why are you here?"

"I need to know why I was sent back to earth."

The Brother oracle went to say something but the Sister interrupted, "It was simply true love that brought you back."

"Cordelia?"

"Precisely."

"Then how come I was sent to Angel's Investigations instead of Cordelia's apartment?"

"A lost soul already resides there."

"Dennis…why was I sent as a ghost?"

"Because your body was lost during the sacrifice that you made." the Sister oracle calmly answered.

A bright light appeared before my eyes as I was casted out of the "Gateway for Lost Souls."

She's got whatever it is.

It blows me away.

She's everything I wanna say to a woman

But I couldn't find the words to say.

She's got whatever it is.

Don't know what to do.

Every time I try to tell her how I feel

It comes out I LOVE YOU.

You got whatever it is.

Angel's POV

"It states here that if the ghost that was sent back to earth does not communicate with his true love, then the ghost…" Wesley said before he stopped talking in mid-sentence.

"What is it?" I curiously asked.

"Then the ghost will be forever lost."

"How long does the ghost have?"

"30 days."

"We better find Doyle."

"There is a spell her to locate and show a ghost, making him temporarily solid, but we will need a close belonging of his."

I thought for a minute and I said, "Cordelia. She has his visions which was his most prized possession. He also loved her very much."

When she loves me.

Girl that's how I feel.

Because when she loves me

I'm on top of the world.

Because when she loves me.

I can live forever.

Because when she loves me.

I am untouchable.

Doyle's POV

I stepped onto Cordelia's deck like thing in front of her apartment and I opened the door. I put one foot in the doorway and I was almost inside when Dennis slammed the door on me. My leg was sticking through the door and I stepped back. That wasn't even the weird thing. The weirdest is that I could see Dennis now.

"Dennis, it's me, Doyle. I am a friend of Cordelia's."

Dennis poked his head through the door and asked, "But you're dead. Why are you here? Do you know how much pain you have caused?"

"I do, Dennis. The PTB sent me back to earth."

"What do you want, Doyle?"

"I have come here to fix the pain I have caused, not to make anymore. My princess does not deserve that."

Dennis backed up so I could not see him and he opened the door to let me inside the apartment. I went straight for Cordelia's bedroom.

"Doyle, don't bother her. She's sleeping."

I turned to Dennis and smiled as I said, "I would never disrupt a sleeping princess."

I sat in a chair that was in Cordelia's room and I watched her as she slept. A notebook sitting on her nightstand. I grabbed it and I began to read. Everything was in Cordelia's handwriting.

Only two sheets of paper had handwriting on them.

They were letters.

Letters to me.

I grabbed the pen on the nightstand and I began to write.

Write a letter to Cordelia.

Cordelia's POV

I stood inside a white, marble room with Doyle and two other people. The other beings were a gold color with little blue markings on them. The male had golden hair where as the female had black curly hair.

"What brings you here, lower being?" the male asked, sounding to me like he is arrogant and self important.

"He is anything but a lower being, Brother. After all, he sacrificed his life and the love he could have had to save half breeds. Why are you here, Allen?" the female said.

"I need to know why I was sent back to earth." Doyle stated.

"It was simply true love that brought you back."

"Cordelia?"

"Precisely."

"True love?" I thought, dazing out for a minute.

"A lost soul already resides there."

A blinding white light appeared and Doyle and I stood outside of a white archway that said something across the top.

When I woke up from my strange dream, I found myself gasping for air and sweating. I felt as if I was claustrophobic and the walls of my bedroom were caving in on me. I also felt as if somebody was watching me but it might just be Dennis or my imagination. The chair in my bedroom had indents in it as if somebody was sitting there but the chair was empty. I thought that I was seeing things so I dismissed that.

I crawled out of my bed and grabbed a class of ice water and sat down, contemplating about the dream I just had.

"True love? No. No, it can't be." I said to myself.

Then I heard the telephone ring and I slowly answered it.

"Cordelia, it's Angel. Wesley and I think that you and Doyle are…were soulmates." Angel's voice said over the phone.

"Yeah, I know. I had another dream."

"Tell me about it."

I heard a button being pressed as I was put on speaker. I told Angel about my dream and the gold people. Angel called them 'oracles' or something like that and asked me if I could come in to help. I agreed and hung up the phone and went to leave to go to Angel's.

That's when I happened to glance at my notebook.

I saw that somebody had written a letter to me. I instantly knew the handwriting.

Doyle.

A/N: Ta-da! Congradulations readers! I can no longer feel my hands from all that typing. XP

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Oh and I wrote that poem all by myself and I know that it sucks. XP