Disclamier: I do not own Buffy or anything related.
A/N: Sorry for the long update. Writer's block. Please Review and let me know where you think this should go.
Angel felt like an ass. He had been really harsh to the love of his life. She had already had to live with the disapointment from her friends and now she was getting it from him too. She was already dealing with a heapping plate of things she had to deal with and do and he was just adding more to her load.
He sighed and walked to the stairs. Then he climbed them and walked to the familiar room he had been in last night. When he got there he heard nothing to show she was in there but yet he could still just tell she was there. He opened the door and walked in. When he got in the room he noticed she was out on the roof just like she had been last night. The only difference was that it was now daytime and there were no tears falling from her cheeks. He joined her out on the roof.
"I'm sorry." she said after a minute or to of neither talking.
"Why are you sorry. I'm the one who through your past in your face. I'm sorry." he turned to face her and looked over at her. She was still avoiding his eyes.
Something suddenly occured to her.
"How are you out here. It's daytime?"
To answer her question he showed her his hand which had started on fire.
"Angel!"she said standing up to push him inside. He didnt let her help him inside though.
"Look what you do to me. Let you close to me and you kill me!" he yells his whole body starting on fire. She backs away tears falling down her cheeks and in an instant he is just a pile of dust laying on her roof. Then the wind picks up and any reminder of him is gone.
Buffy woke with a start. She was sweating badly and tears were falling down her face.