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VIII

What can I give thee back, O liberal
And princely giver, who hast brought the gold
And purple of thine heart, unstained, untold,
And laid them on the outside of the wall
For such as I to take or leave withal,
In unexpected largesse? am I cold,
Ungrateful, that for these most manifold
High gifts, I render nothing back at all?
Not so; not cold, - but very poor instead.
Ask God who knows. For frequent tears have run
The colours from my life, and left so dead
And pale a stuff, it were not fitly done
To give the same as pillow to thy head.
Go farther! let it serve to trample on.

John turned to look upon Angela, seeing her as though he'd never seen her before.

How was she different from the usual women that he had relations with? She was petite, dark-haired and could be annoyingly stubborn at times. She had her own walls built around her but it touched him that she'd broken them down to come to him.

He admired her courage; he knew he was a difficult man to get along with. He could never express how happy he was that she felt the same way about him, how blessed he felt that a woman like her could ever love a man like him? But he knew that he wasn't worthy of her love.

"Angela," he said softly. "I…don't deserve this."

"God, what's the matter with you?" she was frustrated. "I don't when you developed this goddamn inferiority complex!" She stepped away from him, throwing her hands up to run her fingers through her loose brown hair.

He took a deep breath. "Angela, I love you, too."

There. He said it. John Constantine had finally laid his soul bare by admitting his love for a woman. He watched as she slowly turned around to face him. She was confused, he could tell, and her blue eyes widened.

"But I honestly don't think that things would work out between us," he went on. It broke his heart to tell her this. "Believe me, I want to be with you, more than you'll ever know. But…I don't want this life for you, full of chasing demons…and…oh, God." He broke down, not knowing what to say. "You don't know what it means for me to hear you say that you love me. You don't know…" Warm tears spilled over. "You've given me such a gift…and I have nothing to give you back. I don't want you to think that I'm a heartless man, Angela but you deserve so much better. I don't want you to get involved in my screwed up life." He would never be free of the demons, of his secret nightmares and what was left of him was something wooden, lifeless.

Angela approached him slowly and cupped his face in her hands.

A/N: Ok, so what should the next chapter be? Tell me because I am stuck