Dear Angel,
Everytime I try to fly
I fall without my wings
I feel so small
I guess I need you baby
And everytime I see you in my dreams
I see your face, it's haunting me
I guess I need you baby
I make believe
That you are here
It's the only way
I see clear
What have I done
You seem to move on easy
The battle here is going to be hard and brutal. If I don't make I want to tell you I love and that no matter how long you live my love is never ending.
-Buffy
The tears came slowly at first and then faster . He would never love anyone like her, never. He felt like he was back in Hell. *I could have saved her I could have help I could have been there. She needed me*
Angel lay on the bed for what seemed like days.
"Angel.?, Angel are you still in there?" Cordy spoke softley.
Cordy took the silence as a yes and walked in. Angel was asleep on the bed with the letter sitting on his chest.
She pulled the paper away and read it.
"Oh god," she whispered.
Angel slowly awoke to find Cordy sitting in the chair next his bed.
"Cordelia...what are you doing here?" he asked still sleepy.
"Angel, are you sure your ok?" she answered.
"She need me Cordy, she needed me."
"Buffy knew you loved her Angel, and that's all she needed."
"That's not enough and you know it. I was supposed to be there, I should have been there."
" Look Angel, I don' t want you to have to suffer, you can't blame yourself."
Angel doesn't answer. "This is gonna be one of those talks where I do all the talking, isn't it? Well, I'm not gonna pry. It's not my style. Okay, it's totally my style, but I can tell that I'm not getting anywhere right now."
"Angel please, just come back down."
"I'll come down in a little bit. I have to do something first."
"Ok"
Angel grabbed a pen and began to write.