Title: Dreary Rain
Author: blackbeltchic
Disclaimer: the characters belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. I'm just borrowing them for some angst.
Author's notes: I forgot to add Faith in here somewhere, I'm sorry!
And yes, the story is complete!
Challenge: Purple Cat's Palace Challenge #1
It was raining. Angel could hear the rain tapping on the windows, gurgling down the drains, tumbling through the gutters. He could hear the splash of the water as the cars drove through the puddles. His mood was as black as the clouds.
This is the first paragraph and in your story you must incorporate the following:
Faith
A Chihuahua dog
A tub of ice cream
and Buffy's bra
Go for it!
It was raining. Angel could hear the rain tapping on the windows, gurgling down the drains, tumbling through the gutters. He could hear the splash of the water as the cars drove through the puddles. His mood was as black as the clouds.
Everything was almost too quiet, except for the rain, and his thoughts. He couldn't get the day that had never happened out of his mind. The one day in his whole entire existence that he didn't regret, only his decision to end it.
The most prominent memory in his mind was the way Buffy had torn off her lacy pink bra and matching underwear, revealing herself to him. She had trusted him, trusted him to make it all work, trusted him to make the world right, and he had betrayed her, even if she didn't know it, didn't remember.
A Chihuahua raced by, barking at the rain and puddles, being dragged by its owner out in to the wet world, but Angel didn't hear its incessant yapping as he remembered the way they had eaten that tub of ice cream right here, in his bed, and how she had licked the cold, almost offending substance off his chest as if she had done it many times before, and would do it again every day for years to come. He loved her so goddamned much, and he hated himself for hurting her.
But there had been reasons for turning back the day. The reasons were absent on this black rainy day, but they were out there somewhere, waiting to cause trouble for him and his beloved. But hadn't they already? He had given up on his dream, and there was no going back, there was no way to get it back. Buffy wouldn't take him back, not now, after the way he had acted.
He sighed, moving upstairs to look out the only window in the office broodily, only to be yelled at by Cordelia that he was bugging her, and she had work to do. He decided to take a walk in the rain, and was soon drenched, just like his dreams of being with her were.