"The Search"
Angel searched for Buffy for what seemed an eternity, but she wasn't in the water or on the land that he could find, and his heart hurt. A tear rolled down his cheek as his mother, Maggie, entered the room where he sat, his face streaked with tears.
"Honey, are you okay?" Maggie asked, clasping Angel's weak hand. He fell to the couch.
"I don't understand why God keeps taking the people I love most away from me. I don't know how to live without her, mom. I want her back. I just want to touch her, and kiss her, and tell her I love her one more time." His mom ran her fingers through his thick hair. Angel looked at her and his voice came out in a heartbroken croak.
"They've been searching for two weeks, and they're talking about giving up." Angel laid his head on his mother's lap.
"Shhh. This'll pass, honey. The hurt'll become less, and you'll find a way to forget the pain." Angel sobbed. His mother's hand became still.
"She's dead, she's really dead, and I don't understand why, and I don't know if I can forget her...ever. It hurts so bad." His hand clasped his heart, and his mother held him tighter.
"No one ever does. No one understands death. If they did, would anybody ever grieve? I doubt it. Death would be a joyous occasion if people understood it. If only people knew. You have to love her enough to let her go." Angel stared into his mother's eyes.
"Buffy said that to me once. I didn't understand it then, but I do now." He laid his head back on his mother's lap and cried...