AUTHORS NOTE: WOW! Isn't this a miracle...another chapter so soon! Hope you liked the last one...yeah..it must be something in the air...and my new Beta, Kristen, Mucho Thanks 2 ya! Okey dokey! So...on to the story.

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The door slammed and Angel was gone. Off to his precious work... or his precious Cordelia. Buffy stood in the middle kitchen and stared at the mess. Suddenly, bacon and eggs didn't sound all that appetizing. She began to walk towards the stove to pick up the pan and put it in the sink, but stopped. For some reason, it just didn't seem worth it anymore. Instead, she walked towards the bedroom and sat down on the bed. She just stared off into space...thinking, wondering, and most of all, remembering. She wished Angel was there with her now, she wished that she knew he was hers and only hers, and she wished that her head would stop filling with thoughts of suspicion and distrust. She knew that she had to be to the Déjà vu by 11:00, but she couldn't bring herself to get up and get in the shower. She laid her head down on the pillow and closed her eyes, hoping that the world would fade away, but it didn't. Rather, she smelled his scent, his perfect scent, and the tears began to flow down her cheeks; streaking them and making them shine in the sunlight. Was she just overreacting or was she just stupid enough to ignore the signs until now? She had to find out the truth, even if it was the most painful thing she would ever feel. She just had to know. But how?

She looked over at her side table and saw a picture taken from her wedding. Angel was in a fitted black tuxedo with his hair faultless and his eyes glowing with happiness and she was standing next to him in her gorgeous trailing wedding gown, with her hair in an up-do with just a few curls surrounding her exuberant face. The waves were crashing in the background and you could see that they were both barefoot. She laughed at this. They had been so happy. What went wrong? She just couldn't understand. They were supposed to live happily ever after, like Cinderella and her prince, but obviously, they weren't. It wasn't fair. Life just wasn't fair. She continued to stare at the precious moment caught in the photo and then an idea came to her. To the side of the happy couple, was her Maid of Honor, Willow, her life-long friend. They had been friends since the womb when their moms had been best friends. All of their problems and guiltless pleasures they had told each other...well, except for her problems with Angel. Buffy had been holding back any information on Angel's late nights. She hadn't told anybody; instead, she kept it locked inside, hoping that if no one knew, it wouldn't be a problem. But now that Buffy knew that this might be more serious than just a little missed time together, she began to think that maybe it was time for Willow to know.

Buffy reached over and picked up the phone and stared at its buttons. She had dialed Willow's number over a thousand times, but the numbers seemed to blur together as the tears filled her eyes. She sat there for a minute and tried to convince herself that Willow was the only one that could help, but her stubborn streak was holding her back from dialing those seven little numbers. With the phone in one hand, she got up and walked to her closet and dropped the sheet. She reached in and pulled out a silk robe and tied tightly around her waste. She then slowly walked to the kitchen and found their alcohol cabinet. In between Angel's bottles of Vodka and Gin was a bottle of fine red wine. She set the phone down on the counter and pulled out the bottle and opened it. She then grabbed a large wine glass and began to pour the red substance until the glass was half full. She then picked up the glass and the phone and walked over to a wicker chair in the sitting room of the apartment. She put the phone down on the armrest and began to sip at her wine. She prayed that the liquor would wash away her fears, but it didn't. The more she drank, the more thoughts troubled her. She couldn't take it anymore. She picked up the phone, dialed, and waited as it rang.

"Hello?" said the familiar voice on the other line.

"Hey Willow...it's Buffy." Buffy said hesitantly.

"Buffy! What's wrong?" Willow replied concerned.

"Nothing's wrong." She attempted to say convincingly, but it was ruined when she sniffled.

"Buffy! I've known you for your entire life and I can tell when you're not telling me the truth. You know you can tell me anything! Just spill!" Willow demanded.

Buffy's lip began to quiver and she looked down at the carpet, wishing she had never dialed Willow's number. There was silence.

"Buffy? Are you there?" Willow asked.

"....yeah Wills...I'm here..." The silence continued for another minute. Neither wanted to speak. Finally, Buffy broke the silence, but in a whisper.

"Will?" she asked.

"Yeah Buffy?"

"I think Angel's cheating on me."

"What!?" Willow asked shocked.

"...Can you meet me at the Déjà vu in an hour?" Buffy managed to get out in between sobs.

"Yes! Buffy! Don't worry! Everything is going to be okay. I'll be there."

Buffy didn't respond, she just hung up the phone and set it down on the table. She couldn't believe it. She had admitted that there was a problem. It was out in the open. It existed. There was no ignoring it and putting on a fake smile for everyone to see. It was there, and not going away. She drank the rest of the wine in one drink and then dropped the glass, shattering it on the wooden floor. She looked at the hundreds of little shards, and each one seemed to contain a happy memory of her and Angel, but now those memories were broken and disfigured. Her happy life with Angel now seemed fragmented and pointless.

She knew Willow would be waiting for her and decided that she needed to get up. She needed Willow during this time. She stepped in between the shards of glass and walked to her shower and started the water. She didn't want a warm shower; a cold one would do. Any warmth would remind her of the warmth that she and Angel had once shared. She took off her robe and stepped in and let the water pour down. She tried to clear her mind and just focus on each bead of water pouring out of the showerhead.

As the water poured down she leaned against the shower wall and let the tears fall. She remembered how last night, these thoughts would have never crossed her mind. The memories of last night began to play out before her eyes. She remembered when she wrapped her arms around Angels neck as he pressed him self against her, his hands running up and down her back the water beating down on them. As the memory began to go further, she couldn't take it anymore. The thought of Angel doing the things that he only did to her was not one that she could comprehend. She had to get out of the shower; she couldn't breathe. She stumbled out of the shower and grabbed a towel. She still wasn't getting enough air. She ran towards their balcony and stepped out. She walked to the rail and leaned out only to see hundreds of taxis and people below her; going on about their business as if everything was normal. Didn't anyone care? Did she anymore? She clung to the rail and stepped up on it and began to climb over. She was now on the other side of the railing. There was nothing between her and the end. She could stop all of the pain and confusion right now. She could just let it all go. No one would care. She would just be an inch of text in tomorrow's newspaper. She could see the headline now: "Girl Jumps Off Building In Towel" and right below it would be "Angel O'Connor Announces Engagement to Cordelia Chase." She wanted to puke...she wanted to die. She let one hand go; she was almost there. All she had to do was lift the other hand and the world would disappear, the pain would disappear. She stepped off the railing. She was there...almost. All that stood in her way was her second hand. The one that her wedding ring was on. The wedding ring seemed to glue her hand to that railing. But soon her hand began to sweat and she began to slip.

"Buffy!"

***AUTHORS NOTE*** IM SOOOOO SORRY! I promised Spike would be in this chapter didn't I? Crap! Well...forget that promise....he's going to be in it soon though! If not next chapter, then the one after that. This chapter was pretty much a Buffy only chapter and that's what it needed to be...but he will be in it soon...and there will be romance between them for all of u Spuffy fans. I promise! You will get your fix! O! And thanks again to Kristen for being a total superhero while I was writing this!