Tortured Soul
by: Jozzy
Spoilers: Season 3 Angel
Summary: Wes contemplates Fred/Gunn
Rating: slight R
Tortured Soul
Sometimes, after a really bad night, he brings her breakfast in bed.
Wanker
When they meet after a long period away from each other their bodies sort of gravitate towards one another. His hands move to her hips. He pulls her close and she wraps her arms around his shoulders.
It is a strange thing wanting to kill the man whom you consider your best friend.
I do though. I want him to die. I want him to die horribly.
At night when my subconscious lives I dream about it. That worries me most of the time. I wake up mornings dripping with sweat. If I open my eyes really fast I can catch a glimpse of the blood on my hands.
She has no idea. Not really. Some faint inclinations maybe. I don't think it ever occurred to her.
Not me. Too proper for such thoughts about her body. Too English.
I don't know how she can miss it. That thing about her that makes her so irresistible. She doesn't see it though. She thinks its a miracle that he wants her.
Really its just...
lust
magnetism
attraction
fate
destiny
Things that we will never share. Because even though they both can't see it...I can.
I see the future in their love. I've turned into Cordelia.
I know that my chance with her is gone. The look in her eyes is unmistakable. That is the look of soul mates.
He carries the same deep inside. Letting no but her see it.
I wonder what they do together.
Does he touch her in the ways I dream of myself doing.
Do they sit and talk.
What is their favorite couple thing to do.
What is there song.
Do they celebrate idiotic anniversaries.
I am in love with the unobtainable. 'Father why have you forsaken me'