Building Castles
"Say, what are the plans for Christmas?" Harmony asked curiously on the 21st.
Cordelia shrugged, walking faster. "Same old, same old. Daddy is taking us somewhere fancy and I think he heard me and will insist that my room has a private Jacuzzi this time." She smiled winningly. "Mom said she'd go shopping with me. A whole day with her and her Visa, it'll be fantastic."
She got into her car and waved goodbye to Harmony. Once the blonde couldn't see her anymore Cordelia's smile faded.
At least this time her parents had promised they'd come for New Year's Eve.
Slowly but Surely.
"I didn't love him," Cordelia muttered. She simply missed who could have made a very good friend.
She put the video next to her Sunnydale High Yearbook and the pictures that escaped the Xander-Break-Up fire.
"I didn't love him," Cordelia told Angel two years later. Their relationship had always been purely professional and it'd never have worked otherwise.
She took his photo from her nightstand table and placed one of her and Connor instead.
"I didn't love him," she repeated to herself when her fingers itched to open the drawer and touch his smile.
Until one day it was true.
Confidant
She's the one who knows Angel the best. Spike doesn't count, there's one too many issues with Angelus for him to understand Angel.
Cordelia knows he always tries his best.
Cordelia knows he isn't afraid of risks.
Cordelia also knows that he always has the best intentions while doing the worst of mistakes: Drusilla. Buffy. Darla. Connor...
But Wolfram & Hart wins the prize.
Cordelia knows this isn't right and seeing him deny it is breaking her heart.
'It's the best I can do, can't you understand that?' Angel tells her.
The worst is, Cordelia knows he really believes that.
