Part 7: Sorrow of Loss
Rebecca left the library in silence, and the others followed her. Giles returned to his office, leaving Buffy staring at the still body of Angel. Not even a breath escaped him. Slowly, as if in a terrible dream, she unlocked the cage door and stepped inside, closing it behind her. She slid down the cabinet and sat next to her still lover, silent tears rolling down her cheeks.
Angel's first feeling of reality was an intense aching throughout his body, not unlike when he became human. His torso and head hurt the most, but his limbs wouldn't be ignored either. His next feeling of reality were memories of what had happened over the last day, from both his and Angelus' perspective. He felt a presence next to him, and soft hand running through his hair. He cracked open his eyes, looking about him. Buffy sat next to him, tears streaming down her face and the most haunted, miserable look in her eyes. Carefully he sat up, ignoring his protesting body.
"Am I...?" he began. Buffy nodded sadly. He felt his own tears fall, and a sob managed to leave his body. Once one had released itself, another followed, and soon he was openly crying in Buffy's arms. She saw Giles peek through his window, and she could have sworn his eyes were moist too. But she didn't care. She rested her head on Angel's and cried with him. They had lost their one chance of a happy future together, and there was nothing they could do.
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Rebecca left the library in silence, and the others followed her. Giles returned to his office, leaving Buffy staring at the still body of Angel. Not even a breath escaped him. Slowly, as if in a terrible dream, she unlocked the cage door and stepped inside, closing it behind her. She slid down the cabinet and sat next to her still lover, silent tears rolling down her cheeks.
Angel's first feeling of reality was an intense aching throughout his body, not unlike when he became human. His torso and head hurt the most, but his limbs wouldn't be ignored either. His next feeling of reality were memories of what had happened over the last day, from both his and Angelus' perspective. He felt a presence next to him, and soft hand running through his hair. He cracked open his eyes, looking about him. Buffy sat next to him, tears streaming down her face and the most haunted, miserable look in her eyes. Carefully he sat up, ignoring his protesting body.
"Am I...?" he began. Buffy nodded sadly. He felt his own tears fall, and a sob managed to leave his body. Once one had released itself, another followed, and soon he was openly crying in Buffy's arms. She saw Giles peek through his window, and she could have sworn his eyes were moist too. But she didn't care. She rested her head on Angel's and cried with him. They had lost their one chance of a happy future together, and there was nothing they could do.
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