Cordelia
A/N: Okay, so I just watched the 100th episode of Angel, just now, yes, and I have to say, that was the saddest thing I have seen in the longest time! Oh wow! I think I might actually stop watching... but I probably wont, because like the rest of us I am addicted. However, done now with the rant this will be a two part story, and this first part is from Cordelia's perspective, on her thoughts as she left Angel. Song fic to the song "Will You Remember?" by the Cranberries. The second part, will, of course be from Angel's POV. Please be kind enough to leave a review!
Will you remember the dresse I wore?
Will you remember my face?
Will you remember the lipstick I wore?
This world is a wonderful place.
I stood there, still in your embrace, telling you that the ringing phone in the background was something you could not ignore, something that you had to do. I knew what was about to happen, who was on the other line, and I could not tell you myself, for fear of seeing you have to break down in front of me like I knew you would. It was going to be no big surprise to anyone to see you fall after tonight.
We were supposed to be meeting up with the others for some drinks, something that they had apparently never done. Instead you were going to have to just try and stay standing when you answered that phone.
"By the way, you're welcome."
Will you remember the black limousine?
Will you remember champagne?
Will you remember the things that we've seen?
I will return here again.
I knew what was going to happen, how everything was going to play out, but I did not want them to happen. So I exposed Lindsay and Eve, what difference does that really make in the long run? The team would have figured it out eventually. It was never too late for them to save people, it was what they did. It was how they were special.
A tear glistens in my eye as you start to walk over to the phone. I watch your body, trying to memorize it all one last time, before I wasn't here anymore. I put one hand to my mouth, to help choke back the sob that wrenched my body. Things had to go as they were foretold. I loved Doyle, and learned from him. He taught me that we all have to make sacrifices, that was what this was all about. Sacrifice.
I hope that someday I will be able to find a way back to you.
Will you remember the flowers in my hand?
Will you remember my hair?
Will you remember the future we planned?
The world is not waiting out there.
We had talked about what if we had met that day, now a year and a half ago. My guess is that somehow we would still be in this situation, this lose-lose situation that I wanted desparately out of. I wish I could tell you so many things, so many things that I have learned and felt while I was away from you.
It was possible that we could have had a future together. We were bonded by the secret of Conner, and everything that has happened since then. I live with the guilt of killing Lila, you are forever burdened by the weight of your soul. I gave brith to the Evil God Jasmine, you sacrificed your son. This isn't much different, is it? I mean, you did what you had to do for Conner, and now I am doing what I have to do to save you from the thing you might become.
I won't remember the dress I wore.
I won't remember champagne.
I won't remember the things that we swore.
I will just love you in vain.
You hand reaches the phone, and I feel myself start to detatch. Wherever I am going I don't think I will remember any of this. I wont remember you, or the others, or this place. Something will happen to me, and we will meet again, but I wont know you.
I just hope that I know you now, how you really are, not how you pretend to be. I just hope that we will find each other, and live agian.
You pick up the phone and I am gone.
Will you remember?
Will you recall?
Will you remember?
A/N: Okay, so I just watched the 100th episode of Angel, just now, yes, and I have to say, that was the saddest thing I have seen in the longest time! Oh wow! I think I might actually stop watching... but I probably wont, because like the rest of us I am addicted. However, done now with the rant this will be a two part story, and this first part is from Cordelia's perspective, on her thoughts as she left Angel. Song fic to the song "Will You Remember?" by the Cranberries. The second part, will, of course be from Angel's POV. Please be kind enough to leave a review!
Will you remember the dresse I wore?
Will you remember my face?
Will you remember the lipstick I wore?
This world is a wonderful place.
I stood there, still in your embrace, telling you that the ringing phone in the background was something you could not ignore, something that you had to do. I knew what was about to happen, who was on the other line, and I could not tell you myself, for fear of seeing you have to break down in front of me like I knew you would. It was going to be no big surprise to anyone to see you fall after tonight.
We were supposed to be meeting up with the others for some drinks, something that they had apparently never done. Instead you were going to have to just try and stay standing when you answered that phone.
"By the way, you're welcome."
Will you remember the black limousine?
Will you remember champagne?
Will you remember the things that we've seen?
I will return here again.
I knew what was going to happen, how everything was going to play out, but I did not want them to happen. So I exposed Lindsay and Eve, what difference does that really make in the long run? The team would have figured it out eventually. It was never too late for them to save people, it was what they did. It was how they were special.
A tear glistens in my eye as you start to walk over to the phone. I watch your body, trying to memorize it all one last time, before I wasn't here anymore. I put one hand to my mouth, to help choke back the sob that wrenched my body. Things had to go as they were foretold. I loved Doyle, and learned from him. He taught me that we all have to make sacrifices, that was what this was all about. Sacrifice.
I hope that someday I will be able to find a way back to you.
Will you remember the flowers in my hand?
Will you remember my hair?
Will you remember the future we planned?
The world is not waiting out there.
We had talked about what if we had met that day, now a year and a half ago. My guess is that somehow we would still be in this situation, this lose-lose situation that I wanted desparately out of. I wish I could tell you so many things, so many things that I have learned and felt while I was away from you.
It was possible that we could have had a future together. We were bonded by the secret of Conner, and everything that has happened since then. I live with the guilt of killing Lila, you are forever burdened by the weight of your soul. I gave brith to the Evil God Jasmine, you sacrificed your son. This isn't much different, is it? I mean, you did what you had to do for Conner, and now I am doing what I have to do to save you from the thing you might become.
I won't remember the dress I wore.
I won't remember champagne.
I won't remember the things that we swore.
I will just love you in vain.
You hand reaches the phone, and I feel myself start to detatch. Wherever I am going I don't think I will remember any of this. I wont remember you, or the others, or this place. Something will happen to me, and we will meet again, but I wont know you.
I just hope that I know you now, how you really are, not how you pretend to be. I just hope that we will find each other, and live agian.
You pick up the phone and I am gone.
Will you remember?
Will you recall?
Will you remember?
