Part 3/3

Buffy folds the letter back and holds it in her trembling hands. "I love you, too. You know I do. I-I don't want you to leave."

"I know. I don't want to leave either. I don't know how long I'll last, without you. Without you by my side, fighting the good fight." I reply.

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He puls me into his arms, and we cry. It feels good, being held my him, one last time. I cry until I can cry no more. There are no more tears left in my eyes, but I'm still trembling and whimpering.

"Sh, baby, I love you. Everything's going to be okay. You'll move on and find someone else." He tries to assure me.

"No, no one else. Never. I love you, and only you. I don't want to live without you." I say.

"No, baby," tears streaming down her face, hearing me say this. "You shouldn't talk like that. You'll live a long, full life. You'll be the oldest Slayer to ever live. You'll be old and gray."

"Thanks," I whisper. "I really want to be old and gray."

"Fine, you'll be old, with no wrinkles and a beautiful blonde head of hair." Angel says.

"That's better." I say, trying to lighten the mood, though I know it's impossible.

"I need to go." Angel says. "If I don't leave soon, I might do something I regret."

"No, please, you could stay. I love you, love is all that matters." I plead with him, knowing it's not possible. Once he's made a decision, he'll stick to it.

"No, I have to go. I have to go for you." He says.

"Okay." I say quietly.

"I love you." He replies.

"I love you too." I tell him. The tears start again as he climbs out of the window.

Before he climbs down the tree, he turns to me, and says, "You still my girl?"

I reply, "Always."

I bury my face in my hands, and I turn away, I don't want to watch him go.

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I watch her crying, it just tears up my heart and I can't take it any longer. Quietly, I crawl back in through the window, and encirle my arms around her thin waist. I gently kiss her neck, and I spin her around so she's facing me. Before she says anything, I capture her lips in mine, and kiss her passionately. Perhaps more passionately than ever before. The kiss continues for several moments, before I break away.

"I have to go." I say. "I love you."

"Oh god, I love you too, so much. More than I can express." She says.

"Bye my love." I says, turning to face the window.

"Goodbye, my Angel." She says. "Promise me, Angel."

"Anything, love." I reply.

"Promise me, you'll find your way back to Sunnydale, back to me, and things will be different. Promise me we'll be together." She asks me.

"I promise, nothing could keep me away from you, but we need this time apart. I love you."

"I love you."

With that, I climb back out the window and down the tree. I walk slowly back to my car, glancing up at her window. I can see her huddled up, crying.

"I promise I'll find my way back to you. I love you." I whisper to the wind, letting it carry my words to her.

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I can't remember going to sleep last night. I know that I cried myself to sleep, though. I really feel like dying now. I don't want to go one. I love him. Only him. God, why doesn't he realize that I don't want a normal life, I can't have one. I'm the Slayer, the only one. The Chosen fucking One.

I lay in bed, watching the few cars go down the road. They have no idea the daily battles and fights I go through, just so they can drive to work every morning.

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I finally made it to L.A. The city of Angeles. Funny. I don't see any angels. I had planned on coming here after I broke up with Buffy, and I already had a basement apartment. I just miss her so much. She's my soul mate. My lover. Or, she was. We're over, we can't be together. I love her, but things can never be. Damn, I wish they could.

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Finally, light. It's not so early. I drag myself out of bed, and throw some clothes on, they probably don't even match. But, who cares? Not me anyways. I don't feel like living. I could take my own life right now. There's nothing stopping me. Physically anyways, emotionally, yes. I wouldn't want my friends and my family to go through that pain. So, I guess all I really can do, is pretend nothing happened. Everyone wants me to move on. Mom, Giles, Willow, Xander. Everyone. God, I just can't. I hate not being with him.

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I hate not being with her. I miss her. My soul's yelling at my brain, and so if my heart. It's telling me to go and get her. To go sweep her up in my arms, kiss her and make sweet love to her. But, my mind knows better, it knows what would happen. My heart and soul really don't care what happens after the fact. Damn, I wish I could do something.

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We're not meant to be together, ever. We love each other, and I've always believed that love was enough, but it's not. I walk out the front door, intent on going for a quick walk. I need to clear my head. It's all jumbled up and I can't get anything straight.

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We're not meant to be together, it's as simple as that. I can't give her all the things a human could give her. I can't even make love to her. I settle down in my arm chair, to brood.

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I get home from my walk, and I lay down on my bed, and sleep. Anything to do to avoid my thoughts about Angel.

End!!

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