Alone

Disclaimer: Hmmm ... NOT MINE. This song is HERE WITHOUT ME from 3 DOORS DOWN.

A/N: This is the aftermath of the YOKO FACTOR. Angel's POV. I'm sorry if this story sucks, but I'm a bit rusty. School has started and I haven't had time to write anything. Also I should say MAJOR ANGST WARNING.

Key: Song is in italics, and dream part is in bold italics (again).

Couples: B/A (but not together together) also B/R (ewwww).

A hundred days had made me older since the last time that I saw your pretty face
A thousand lights had made me colder and I don't think I can look at this the same
But all the miles had separate
They disappeared now when I'm dreaming of your face

Angel sat down on his bed, listening to the song on the radio that Cordelia had insisted on getting. He smiled, realizing how close the song hit to his heart, his soul. Leaning back, he closed his eyes and tried to forget about his measly attempt to apologize to Buffy. Gods, she had grown so much, she was so pretty. Turning around Angel groaned when he heard the cracking of bones, he was getting to old for this "Helping the Helpless" business. Closing his eyes, he attempted to sleep.

I'm here without you baby but your still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby and I dream about you all the time
I'm here without you baby but your still with me in my dreams
And tonight it's only you and me

The candles brought a romantic mood to the room. Buffy apparently thought so because she was smiling like a mad woman. Angel walked up to her, suddenly he was wearing a tux, and she was wearing a gown.

"Dance with me," he whispered into her ear.

"But there's no music," Buffy said, looking up into his brown eyes. He smiled and flicked his hand at the air and Savage Garden filled the air. Giggling, Buffy walked into his warm arms, and put her head on his chest.

"I love you."

"I love you too," Angel responded. But, suddenly his arms were filled with air. "Buffy? BUFFY?!?!?!" Angel ran around, looking for her, but she was ... gone.

The miles just keep rolling as the people either way to say hello
I hear this life is overrated but I hope it gets better as we go

People were pushing at him, trying him to move forward but he couldn't, his feet were glued to the ground. There was no place to go, no place where he would be safe. Angel fell to his knees, sobbing. The people around him were slowly disappearing, they were too afraid to be near him. Angel looked ahead, it was white, blank, with only a single small figure. Looking behind him he saw the many people he had murdered, the people that he had ruined. Crawling forward, Angel prayed to whatever gods that would listen to him that his future would be better than his past, and more importantly that his future would include Buffy.

I'm here without you baby but your still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby and I dream about you all the time
I'm here without you baby but your still with me in my dreams
And tonight girl it's only you and me

Buffy was yelling at him. Angel sighed, so much for saying "sorry", he was never good at apologizing anyways, or so Spike had told him. He was horrible with words, better with his actions.

"What the hell are you trying to do?"

"I was trying to make things better." So much good that was doing. Angel studied Buffy, she was doing so much better, now that he had left. A new boyfriend, and the color in her cheeks had returned. However, something bothered him, the color of her eyes. It was gray, not green. Buffy started laughing, and Angel couldn't help but smile also. It was pretty funny, if you thought about it ... yeah. Getting beaten up by some secret force that apparently his ex-girlfriend is involved in ... very funny. Being threatened by his ex-girlfriend's new lover ... o that's a hoot.

"Its going pretty good, don't you think?" Angel asked. Buffy leaned against the wall and looked at him, "Swell."

Angel looked up at her, time to start apologizing, "You know I couldn't leave it like that. The way I spoke to you, I came to apologize. I ... I had no right." He looked at Buffy. She looked back at him, her face blank. Apparently the apology was not what she wanted. Buffy opened her mouth and the name Riley came out of it. Great, Riley had won the war. He was now just the ex-boyfriend.

I'm here without you baby but your still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby and I dream about you all the time
I'm here without you baby but your still with me in my dreams
And tonight girl it's only you and me

Everything I know, and anywhere I go
it gets hard but it won't take away my love
And when the last one falls, when it's all said and done
it get hard but it won't take away my love

Buffy walked up to him, "Hey baby." Riley was standing behind him, in his soldier position. Angel was tempted to yell at him, "At ease." Instead, he looked at Buffy, "Buffy."

She smiled; a wicked smile that he had thought would never grace her beautiful face. Reaching from behind her back Buffy brought up her right arm, in it was a stake. Wait, a stake? He felt a tearing pain in his chest, looking down; Angel saw a wooden object sticking out of his chest. He heard laughter, Buffy's laughter. She waved goodbye to him and walked back up to Riley, kissing him on his lips.

"I love you," were Angel's last words before he crumbled to dust. His last thoughts were of the woman we brought him to his last death, the woman he had once loved, the woman that he stilled loved, Buffy.

I'm here without you baby but your still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby and I dream about you all the time
I'm here without you baby but your still with me in my dreams
And tonight girl it's only you and me

The night sky was filled with stars. Angel walked along the beach, wishing he wasn't alone. Beside him, a figure appeared, it was Buffy. There hands found each other, and together they walked down the beach. No words were spoken, but still they understood each other. He stopped and turned towards the goddess holding onto his hand. Smiling at her, Angel reached out to touch her, but she was gone. Looking around, Angel spotted Buffy, in the sunlight walking with Riley. He said something to her and she laughed, touching his arms. The sunlight moved towards him. Angel felt the burning but did not run ...

Gasping, Angel shot up from his bed. The phone next to it was ringing. Angel groaned, and picked it up. Cordelia was on the line.

"Angel? Are you there. Oh, don't tell me you're brooding. What did that Buffy do to you. I bet she ripped out your heart and danced on it. Oh my god, that is so damn typical of her. I don't get what you see in her, I mean she's so ..." Angel sighed, and slammed the phone down. Cordelia meant well, but he couldn't listen to her banter on and on about how horrible she was. Angel fell back, his hands coming up to his temples.

Things in his life were constantly changing, but one thing was for sure, he would be in love with Buffy until the end of the world. He was never going to be over her. No matter how many women would be in his life, in his bed, he would always love one person ... Buffy. And maybe that was his real curse, but he didn't care because one moment with Buffy made up for everything horrible he had did in his lifetime.

True love never had an ending, because true love never ends.

A/N 2: Review from anyone, anything. Hell, I don't care if you are a B/R shipper (if any of those are alive in this world) I want you to review me. I don't even care if you think it's the most horrible story in the world, I want you to review.