Chapter 3: It Only Rains When You Cry
As morning drifted into afternoon, and afternoon in evening, Cordelia finally brought herself out of her bedroom, with a little force from Dennis of course. The grumpy princess batted her hands at the air, as if swatting something away, while she made her way out of the bedroom. "Dennis! Stop! Just let me stay in my room!" She tried holding onto the archway but nothing worked, Phantom Dennis was successful in pulling her down the hall to her living room. Cordelia sighed finally giving up, knowing she couldn't hit someone that wasn't really there. She looked around the living room and sighed walking to the couch and plopped down. She looked to her clock and seen that it was already 11:30 at night. She listened to the sound of the rain softly tapping on her windows, as if it wanted to come inside and hide from the world.
She walked over to one of the larger windows and opened it fully, stepping out onto the extremely small balcony that look more like it was for plants then people. She clutched her robe to her body tightly, as the rain poured over her fragile body. She closed her eyes almost feeling at peace out there in the rain, she inhaled deeply letting a grin form on her face. She could almost smell him, the awful stench of a drunken Irishmen. She tilted her face upwards toward the rainy clouds letting the rain hit her face directly. Her eyelids fluttered open cautiously, watching the rain droplets float towards her. She reached out her hand, cupping it for the rain. You wouldn't be able to tell if she was crying or not, by this time her face seemed full of flowing tears, but her skin was flushed. She brought both her hands to her chest, and felt her heart beating. She began sobbing, and it got louder as she stood there, now wrapping her hands around her body, loneliness was taking over.
Cordelia opened her eyes, realizing she must have passed out on the balcony. She lifted her head expecting to feel awkwardness from being on the small balcony, but she wasn't there anymore, she had found herself laying on a brown leather couch. Her memory still fuzzy she looked around, trying to focus her eyes. Doyle walked over to her holding a mug in his hand, "Ey yer awake." She rubbed her eyes a moment then took the mug from him, this time she knew none of this could be real. Still she played along, "Wh-What happened?" A smile spread across Doyle's face as he picked up his own mug, "Ya dun remember? Ya took a nasty spill walkin down tha steps. Ya were tryin ta carry some boxes and ya slipped on tha scarf thingy ya left layin 'round." Cordelia smiled at the thought, "Oh." She felt embarrassed for doing something so stupid, and her cheeks turned red. Doyle in amazement that she was turning red, stumbled back a bit loosing his balance. Cordelia laughed a bit at his clumsiness. "Doyle?" She asked fiddling with her fingers, like a school girl. Doyle watched her carefully, he always had a smile on his face when she was around. "Ya Princess?" She looked up hearing him say, Princess. "Don't be a hero okay?" This made no sense to Doyle, "I'm not....that's Angel's job." Cordelia sighed setting her mug down and pushed her hair behind her ears, "No, Doyle. I've seen things...I umm...had a dream." Doyle furrowed his brows still a goofy smile laid upon his whiskey flavored lips. Cordelia continued, "Okay, well in this dream you saved this group of demons...good demons...you saved them from this big light thingy, but by saving them it killed you." Doyle chuckled a bit, "I think ya hit yer head on tha step a lil harder then I thought." Cordelia began to look a bit frustrated, "Angel was supposed to jump, but you did instead, and before you jumped you gave me those vision thingies. You gave me a piece of you." Doyle began to look nervous as to how she knew about his visions, "Delia yer talkin some major PTB stuff 'ere ya sure ya seen this?" Cordelia took his hands and folded her fingers in with his, "I know, Doyle. I know what you are, and I don't care. I don't care what you are.....I love you." Doyle's face was serious, yet extremely happy. He leaned in and cupped her face in his hands, kissing her. She kissed back, but as she kissed him she felt a sudden coldness.
She opened her eyes to the black bars of her balcony. Her body was crumbled up in a ball in the corner, her head leaned again the bars looking down to the streets. People walking by were starring up at her, her clothes were soaked yet the sun was shinning brightly. A wet puddle had formed on the pavement below her. She looked around sadly, but didn't cry. There were no tears left in her, she had cried for such a long time, she didn't know how to cry anymore. She got up slowly, her body had grown so weak from doing nothing. She stepped back into her apartment. Her body stood there, she looked like a ghost herself. She dark chocolate hair was straggly and weighed down by the water. Her clothes were still dripping with water, and it made a trail from where she came in through the window to where she stood. Her arms dangled lifelessly by her side.
Her eyes were focused on her feet until something interrupted her. There was a light knock on the door.
As morning drifted into afternoon, and afternoon in evening, Cordelia finally brought herself out of her bedroom, with a little force from Dennis of course. The grumpy princess batted her hands at the air, as if swatting something away, while she made her way out of the bedroom. "Dennis! Stop! Just let me stay in my room!" She tried holding onto the archway but nothing worked, Phantom Dennis was successful in pulling her down the hall to her living room. Cordelia sighed finally giving up, knowing she couldn't hit someone that wasn't really there. She looked around the living room and sighed walking to the couch and plopped down. She looked to her clock and seen that it was already 11:30 at night. She listened to the sound of the rain softly tapping on her windows, as if it wanted to come inside and hide from the world.
She walked over to one of the larger windows and opened it fully, stepping out onto the extremely small balcony that look more like it was for plants then people. She clutched her robe to her body tightly, as the rain poured over her fragile body. She closed her eyes almost feeling at peace out there in the rain, she inhaled deeply letting a grin form on her face. She could almost smell him, the awful stench of a drunken Irishmen. She tilted her face upwards toward the rainy clouds letting the rain hit her face directly. Her eyelids fluttered open cautiously, watching the rain droplets float towards her. She reached out her hand, cupping it for the rain. You wouldn't be able to tell if she was crying or not, by this time her face seemed full of flowing tears, but her skin was flushed. She brought both her hands to her chest, and felt her heart beating. She began sobbing, and it got louder as she stood there, now wrapping her hands around her body, loneliness was taking over.
Cordelia opened her eyes, realizing she must have passed out on the balcony. She lifted her head expecting to feel awkwardness from being on the small balcony, but she wasn't there anymore, she had found herself laying on a brown leather couch. Her memory still fuzzy she looked around, trying to focus her eyes. Doyle walked over to her holding a mug in his hand, "Ey yer awake." She rubbed her eyes a moment then took the mug from him, this time she knew none of this could be real. Still she played along, "Wh-What happened?" A smile spread across Doyle's face as he picked up his own mug, "Ya dun remember? Ya took a nasty spill walkin down tha steps. Ya were tryin ta carry some boxes and ya slipped on tha scarf thingy ya left layin 'round." Cordelia smiled at the thought, "Oh." She felt embarrassed for doing something so stupid, and her cheeks turned red. Doyle in amazement that she was turning red, stumbled back a bit loosing his balance. Cordelia laughed a bit at his clumsiness. "Doyle?" She asked fiddling with her fingers, like a school girl. Doyle watched her carefully, he always had a smile on his face when she was around. "Ya Princess?" She looked up hearing him say, Princess. "Don't be a hero okay?" This made no sense to Doyle, "I'm not....that's Angel's job." Cordelia sighed setting her mug down and pushed her hair behind her ears, "No, Doyle. I've seen things...I umm...had a dream." Doyle furrowed his brows still a goofy smile laid upon his whiskey flavored lips. Cordelia continued, "Okay, well in this dream you saved this group of demons...good demons...you saved them from this big light thingy, but by saving them it killed you." Doyle chuckled a bit, "I think ya hit yer head on tha step a lil harder then I thought." Cordelia began to look a bit frustrated, "Angel was supposed to jump, but you did instead, and before you jumped you gave me those vision thingies. You gave me a piece of you." Doyle began to look nervous as to how she knew about his visions, "Delia yer talkin some major PTB stuff 'ere ya sure ya seen this?" Cordelia took his hands and folded her fingers in with his, "I know, Doyle. I know what you are, and I don't care. I don't care what you are.....I love you." Doyle's face was serious, yet extremely happy. He leaned in and cupped her face in his hands, kissing her. She kissed back, but as she kissed him she felt a sudden coldness.
She opened her eyes to the black bars of her balcony. Her body was crumbled up in a ball in the corner, her head leaned again the bars looking down to the streets. People walking by were starring up at her, her clothes were soaked yet the sun was shinning brightly. A wet puddle had formed on the pavement below her. She looked around sadly, but didn't cry. There were no tears left in her, she had cried for such a long time, she didn't know how to cry anymore. She got up slowly, her body had grown so weak from doing nothing. She stepped back into her apartment. Her body stood there, she looked like a ghost herself. She dark chocolate hair was straggly and weighed down by the water. Her clothes were still dripping with water, and it made a trail from where she came in through the window to where she stood. Her arms dangled lifelessly by her side.
Her eyes were focused on her feet until something interrupted her. There was a light knock on the door.