Chapter Three
The two girls sat there for a while, talking. Buffy wanted to tell her best friend about her feeling she got, but wasn't sure how Willow would react to it.
She stared at the picture on the wall, paying no attention to what Willow was saying. Her mind wondered. The feeling still tingled throughout her body.
Willow looked up at her, and noticed that she wasn't paying any attention to what she was saying. "How's it where you're at?" She asked.
Buffy's thoughts were shaken away. "Oh sorry, Will, I was just thinking."
"Thinking about what?" She asked, very interested.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"Buffy, we're been friends for what, 8 years now. You know you can tell me anything."
Buffy looked at her. "All right. You remember that feeling I would get, every time that Angel would be around?"
Willow shook her head.
"I got that feeling tonight. Like he was around or watching me. But I couldn't see him."
Willow took this info in. "Are you sure?" She asked.
She looked up at her, staring her in the eyes. The look "I'm sure" was on her face. "And it's still there."
"Do you think he would be in town?" Willow asked, curiously.
Buffy sat there for a minute thinking. If he was, what was he doing here? Why would he be here? A million questions ran through her mind.
"I don't know, but I'm going to go find out," She said, getting up from the table. "Watch Dawn for me. I'll be back as soon as I can."
With that, Buffy went to the living room and slipped on her shoes, grabbing her jacket off the coat rack and left the house.
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Willow sat there for a minute, a smile on her face, before she headed up stairs to help Dawn with her room.
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Buffy walked, for what seemed like hours. No sight of Angel and the further she got, the weaker the feeling got.
"Maybe, I'm kidding myself," She said, as she stopped at the park. "Seeing him would just make things worse. Yeah...No, it wouldn't. It would just make it better."
She walked over to one of the swings and sat down, slightly pushing with her feet. Buffy sat there, thinking, of what it would be like to see him again. It had been over a year since the last time they saw each other. Many things had happened since the last time they saw each other at her mom's funeral.
That day. As she stood there, staring down at the freshly covered dirt, as he walked up behind her. Apologizing that he wasn't able to arrive sooner, do to the sun. She could still feel his arms wrapped around her, as they sat there, together talking. Her mind wondered to the kiss that they shared. She knew he was a little edgy when she kissed him. But she couldn't help herself. Whenever there was a problem, she would go to him, for help or for comfort, or just to be held by him. But, it didn't seem like it bothered him that much. He did ask her, he could stay as long as she wanted him too. But it wasn't Forever, like she had said. The next day, he was gone, leaving her to deal with her own pain and grief by herself. Even though she had her friends there, it wasn't the same. She wanted him. Like old times. She was only kidding herself. She knew she would never have him again. He went his separate way, because he thought he couldn't give her the life that she deserves.
"But, who is it to decide on what's good for me? Me...me...I am. No one else," She quietly said, as the tears started building up. She did a lot of not so good things, and one of them, was letting Angel slip through her fingers, without trying to keep him in Sunnydale. And now, it was too late. He had his own life to worry about. He didn't have time to worry about her anymore.
