Gently, he held her.
"Claire?" he asked. "Claire?"
There was no response, her eyes remained closed. Her still features full of a serenity that belied the torture she'd endured.
In a frustrated outburst, he shouted at her. "Claire!!" He shook her violently. She didn't move. Wesley stood by him while Cordelia knelt beside him . "Angel." Cordelia said softly, sadly.
*** Liam knelt beside Claire's grave with his Father.
"She was like me. She wanted to see the world, to have fun, experience life. To be with me"
For once, his Father did not bring up the fact of how deplorable he found that life to be. It wasn't that he didn't love his son. Liam was a bitter disappointment true. But even his son deserved comfort at his loss. But he was unsure what to say.
"I caused this. I was too late to save her. I should have been there for her." He cried. He looked to his Father for some sort of sense. "Where is your religion in this? Where' the purpose?"
But his Father had no answer.
"I loved her." Liam said simply. "I love her still."
"Come now," his father urged him. "It's getting dark. Best be getting inside."
Angelus pulled away from his father. "I think I'll go out for a bit. I have a bitter thirst."
He went alone.***
Angel knelt beside Claire's grave with his employees.
"She was like me. In many ways." He said softly. "Wanting to experience life. To be with me."
His employees wisely chose not to bring up how deplorable the life of the undead could be. Cordelia put a comforting hand on his shoulder. Not sure what to say.
Angel stood over the grave in silence for a long moment. I should have been there for her. I was too late. It's my job to save lives yet I couldn't help her. Was this the Powers That Be's plan? Had they meant this? Or had he failed?
"Come on." Cordelia said. "It's getting light. You should get inside."
Angel pulled away from her. "I have things to do." He didn't but he couldn't go with them.
They left him reluctantly. Angel broke into tears after they were out of site.
"I loved you Claire." He sighed, heartbroken. "I still do." He thought of her last words to him. I don' t blame you. He placed his hand on the tombstone, feeling the slick wetness of morning dew. Cold and hard. Like him, like he had to be or it was all just too much. She had forgiven him, now he had to forgive himself. One step at a time, he forced himself to walk away.
He went alone.
The end
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"Claire?" he asked. "Claire?"
There was no response, her eyes remained closed. Her still features full of a serenity that belied the torture she'd endured.
In a frustrated outburst, he shouted at her. "Claire!!" He shook her violently. She didn't move. Wesley stood by him while Cordelia knelt beside him . "Angel." Cordelia said softly, sadly.
*** Liam knelt beside Claire's grave with his Father.
"She was like me. She wanted to see the world, to have fun, experience life. To be with me"
For once, his Father did not bring up the fact of how deplorable he found that life to be. It wasn't that he didn't love his son. Liam was a bitter disappointment true. But even his son deserved comfort at his loss. But he was unsure what to say.
"I caused this. I was too late to save her. I should have been there for her." He cried. He looked to his Father for some sort of sense. "Where is your religion in this? Where' the purpose?"
But his Father had no answer.
"I loved her." Liam said simply. "I love her still."
"Come now," his father urged him. "It's getting dark. Best be getting inside."
Angelus pulled away from his father. "I think I'll go out for a bit. I have a bitter thirst."
He went alone.***
Angel knelt beside Claire's grave with his employees.
"She was like me. In many ways." He said softly. "Wanting to experience life. To be with me."
His employees wisely chose not to bring up how deplorable the life of the undead could be. Cordelia put a comforting hand on his shoulder. Not sure what to say.
Angel stood over the grave in silence for a long moment. I should have been there for her. I was too late. It's my job to save lives yet I couldn't help her. Was this the Powers That Be's plan? Had they meant this? Or had he failed?
"Come on." Cordelia said. "It's getting light. You should get inside."
Angel pulled away from her. "I have things to do." He didn't but he couldn't go with them.
They left him reluctantly. Angel broke into tears after they were out of site.
"I loved you Claire." He sighed, heartbroken. "I still do." He thought of her last words to him. I don' t blame you. He placed his hand on the tombstone, feeling the slick wetness of morning dew. Cold and hard. Like him, like he had to be or it was all just too much. She had forgiven him, now he had to forgive himself. One step at a time, he forced himself to walk away.
He went alone.
The end
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