I feel so bad as my thoughts begin to cloud. My emotions begin to swell as I feel tears slip from my eyes. I never actually got to say "I love you." I know that such words could do wonders for anybody. For Buffy, they turned Angel into the monster that has brought me my death. For Willow, it showed her a different world. For you, it would probably bring you to heaven.
My life begins to unfold before my dropping eyes as realization tells me I'm dying. My childhood, in the gypsy clan. Then my teen years, then when I moved to America, to Sunnydale, and began to teach. My lips somewhat smile as I remember how happy I was; I had almost forgotten my mission.
I remember when I first met you. We had been arguing over which was better: A computer or an old book. Then we became more to each other and then we finally fell in love. I wish we could have said it before. Then maybe, I would be in your arms instead of lying on this floor.
Angel is walking back. I see something in his hand, a piece of paper, that he stuffs in his pocket. He picks up my body and he walks us to his car. Although he is a monster, he lays me in the back as if I was just unconscious and he were still good. He drives me to a place I know all too familiar.
Your apartment.
He opens the door ever so slightly. He lets himself in and carries me up the stairs and into your room. He places me gently on your bed, then walks off. He closes the door, but beneath me, I hear rumbling. Although the soound is drifting because my nerves are breaking. After seconds, I hear the door close.
I have always dreamt of being in your bed. But now, I dread it. My eyes begin to droop close as my lips move, trying to mutter at least one word. I am successful as sound accompanies.
I love you, Rupert Giles.
With that said, my body and my soul, go into the eternal sleep of which you find me in.
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