Chapter Three
When Giles pulled up to Buffy's house, Buffy was hit with the emotions of losing Angel again. When they were last. She swallowed the lump in her throat as she walked up the front steps.
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She opened the door and walked in to the warmth. A few tears escaped her eyes. No one was up. They all slept peacefully in their beds, not having one clue what happened, just a few hours ago.
She said goodnight to Giles, and headed upstairs for bed.
Giles understood. He left her to be by herself. He went to the kitchen for some water.
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Buffy walked in her room. A cold gust of air blew through the room, sending shivers up her spine. She walked over to her window and closed it.
Hey eyes fell on her bed. Tears spilled down her cheeks, as she walked to her bed. She sat down. Her sheets and blanket were still the same, as she left them. She brushed her hand over the spot, where Angel had slept.
Buffy broke down in uncontrollable sobs. She crawled up in a ball, letting out the pain, she felt inside. "Angel."
She could still smell the faint smell of his cologne on her sheets. The way he touched her, held her in his arms flooded through her mind, as she cried. Remembering that they had made love. More love expressed, then the last time, without any consequences.
Buffy closed her eyes. She could still feel him. His tender touch, soft kisses. Making her wanting more. Not waiting another moment, he gave her the fulfillment. The desire and feeling that only he could fill inside herself.
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Around 4:00, Buffy finally fell into a dreamless sleep. Worn out from everything that has happened. Hoping that the morning would bring her a better day.
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Los Angeles...
Cordelia sat on the couch sipping her coffee. Everyone else had gone to bed, tired from the previous fight. She wondered where Angel was. Was he okay? Did Buffy get to him before anything could happen?
She had not gotten around to telling the others, about what she had done for Angel. She told herself, she'd tell them in the morning. She wanted to give Angel and Buffy a little time together.
"Maybe, they're somewhere, sharing his new self," Cordelia thought to herself. "Give them time and they'll be back." She hoped.
Cordelia drank the last of her coffee, resting the mug on the table, and headed upstairs for some sleep.
She stood at the top of her steps. Took one last look before turning off the lights.
"I hope everything is okay," She said, as she walked in her room, closing the door behind her.
