Chapter 8: Faith, Hope, and Love. The Most Powerful…Love
(Forgive me if you heard the title before.)
Faith looked at Angel slumped in the corner, since Buffy was there a few hours ago, he's been like that. Just sitting there thinking, thinking about everything. He felt eyes on him. He looked up, looked at Faith then looked away. He didn't want to talk to her right now, he didn't want to talk to anyone.
Angel had his flaws, that was something he knew so much about. He tried to make up for it, he kept trying. Nothing ever felt good enough, he had gotten some of the most dangerous criminals of the streets, though he still felt like filth. He wanted his redemption, though nothing he could do to get it.
"Angel? Honey?" Faith said in a soft, sweet voice.
Angel looked up at her as if she had told him they were over.
"Yeah?" he said.
"You okay?" she asked, knowing full well the answer.
He looked at her, then kissed her. He pulled her into his arms, and held her close, like she was going to drift away from him, if he were to ever let her go. She got close to him, and rested her head on his shoulder. He breathed deep her scent. He loved her, he knew it, did she love him? He felt it was time to find out.
"I love you," Angel said then waited for a response.
Faith looked at him, and kissed him, "I love you too, hun," she said as she stroked his hair. He pulled Faith closer still, which shocked her, she didn't think she could be any closer. He held her tight, and kissed her deeply, as a tear fell down his face. He loved her and she loved him. It was official, they were in love.
"Faith?" Angel said.
"Hmm?" she said.
"About, Buffy, she…uh, is in the past, and I mean what I said, I love you and I'm perfectly happy with you," he said as he kissed her again.
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