Angel struggled to get to his room. He had just gotten back to the hotel, and seen Willow. She had told him. It had hurt to not be able to hold show his love anything.
He was numb.
He lay on his bed, just seeing her face.
He didn't breath.
He didn't think.
He never once blinked.
The numbness took hold and put ti before him. The only thing that was real to him was, no more.
Buffy.
He could see her face clearly. Blonde shining hair. Eyes that were green when she was happy, and grey whenever she wasn't. A smile on her face, a real smile whenever he was around.
Her face when he had walked away.
Her beautiful face screaming about loving another. At him.
Her face when he hit her, after seeing him hug Faith.
It hurt. Happy. Sad. It didn't matter anymore. She was gone. He was alone.
She was gone.
Buffy had left Angel all alone.
She really was gone. He couldn't feel her the same anymore. But at least she was still there. Just not with him.
And that realization sent him away.
Soul there.
Demon there.
Neither aware.
And he was falling...