Nothing has changed from part one: "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" and the "Which Way?" books still do not belong to me. Sigh...
Part Seven
Buffy watched Angel walk deliberately across the crowded dance floor, and then she started moving slowly towards him. She crossed the distance between them in the same way he did: mindlessly, as if they were magnets drawn together regardless of will or desire. It only took a few moments for the two of them to meet up, but Buffy could have sworn that she had spent half her life fighting against the tide of swaying teenagers to meet up with her love.
Buffy looked up sadly at Angel. "I never thought you'd come."
"It's a big night. I didn't want to miss it." Buffy looked thoughtful, and Angel began to worry about what might be going through her head. "It's just tonight. It doesn't mean that, ah–"
Oh God, he was going to dump her again. Here, at the Prom. Anxious to prevent Angel from finishing his sentence, Buffy interrupted. "I know. I mean, I understand."
Angel's soulful brown eyes looked deeply into Buffy's hazel ones, and everything he felt was expressed in them. Aloud, he contented himself with a simple query; "Will you dance with me?"
Although it didn't make its way onto her face, a smile momentarily lighted Buffy's eyes. She nodded slightly, and then fitted herself into Angel's large embrace. They swayed to the music in perfect misery, and it took every bit of strength that Buffy possessed to keep from crying.
This last dance with Angel was painful, but it was also sweet. And it was everything she had wanted from her prom. She didn't understand why her perfect high school moment had to hurt so badly, but maybe that's just what love was about. Or maybe, that was just what she and Angel were about. Maybe it was a good thing that he was leaving...
THE END
Joss is nice and happy now; I'm not. I think Buffy should have gone after Giles. If you agree, go to part eight. (If you don't agree, why are you reading a B/G story? Just curious...)
