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Angel POV:
A broad smile spread across her face as I stood frozen in place. Her long, blond hair flowed lightly behind her. Her jeans and jacket were covered with dust. Her face was incredibly dirty. Her hands looked rougher than ever, but yet….
She looked more radiant than ever. She had a feel of confidence in her steps, even though there was a light hint of grief. She was about five feet from me now. I held my hand for hers, which she took willingly. Her pink hand held mine tight.
I felt hope swell in my chest once again. It was exhilarating, exciting.
"Hey," I said softly.
"Hi" she replied, her voice music to my ears.
She looked to me, her eyes showing she was honestly glad that was there. I quietly smiled to myself, happiness almost taking me over.
"What? Do you want me to kiss you again?" she asked sarcastically.
"Maybe, but I never said that," I replied.
"Then why are you smiling?" she asked, the curiosity clear in her voice.
"No…reason," I replied, simply.
She shook her head mockingly, and smiled again. Her stunning green eyes looked to my dark ones, glowing with genuine happiness. I knew how she felt right now, but I couldn't feel the same way.
It was for everyone's sake, including hers. That didn't mean I couldn't wish to be happy. So I stuck with overwhelmed.
Buffy POV:
Angel had been quiet for a while, a small smile plastered across his angelic face. His eyes wandered through the flat, barren desert. He never let go of my hand.
He squeezed it every now and again, making sure he wasn't just dreaming what seemed to be a very nice dream, for him, I mean. The thought made my face glow bright red. The embarrassment just made me feel warmer.
"So, you defeated the First," he said, surprise clear in his voice. I don't know why, but I took as an insult.
"Yes, and I don't have any regrets," I said, "The ubervamp army was sad." The army that the First had set up would've been scary, if I didn't have a pack full of slayers fighting by my side. Plus a vampire, a witch, two experienced fighters, my kick-butt little sis, and an ex-demon. Oh, and Andrew.
"I'm not saying you have any," he said, seeing my emotions in my eyes. The strange thing was, he wouldn't stop looking at me. He would brush his fingers lightly against my cheek, as if we hadn't seen each other two day earlier…at least I thought it was two days. I couldn't have been sure.
He asked me about what tactics I used, and I explained to him my plan. He nodded once in a while, making a surprised sound, hiding his pride. His pride in having a woman that could handle herself, but yet still cried like a two-year-old sometimes. He squeezed my hand tighter.
Angel POV:
We walked and talked, which was all I could've possibly asked for. Secretly, in my head, I tried to make sense of my decision to leave her which was made, what, five years ago? I remember how I had first left her and it was almost impossible to live without her.
Then she came to my apartment to yell at me, only for it to turn into the most amazing day of my life…
I pushed the memory away, guilt still strong in me from making her forget. When I had left her, I wanted to give her a normal life. Turned out, that the plan I had for her was a total bust.
She had dated a commando and another vamp. She had died again and had a sister who's practically three years old, who looks seventeen years old. Not only that, but she had an army of slayers, an I'll-drop-in-only-under-desperate-circumstances watcher, and two best friends with almost uncontrollable power and one eye. Like I said-a total bust.
I gritted my teeth at my own stupid mistake. Buffy seemed to notice, but didn't ask me what was wrong. She just came closer to me, so I could put my arm around her shoulders and she laid her head on my shoulder.
The feel of her cheek touching my shoulder was empowering. It made me feel…whole. Again.
We had walked to my end of the pit. She stopped there and looked to me.
"Can we sit for a while?" she asked me. I simply nodded. She gave me a short smile. We then walked over to the edge and sat side by side. She looked out over the rubble and dust. I watched her and followed her eyes. The night sky was filled with dancing lights and the brilliant moon.
The moon shone brightly over her, and I prepared to be stunned by her beauty in the moonlight.
I was stunned. But not in the way I wanted. She was beautiful, but tears rolled slowly down her cheeks. Her eyes brows were arched. They looked angry. He lips were figuratively sewed together. Her jaw was set.
I was helpless. I didn't know what to do. She had grown strong since I had last seen only two years earlier. But she still seemed to hold some of her eighteen-year-old innocence. I heard a sob rise slowly up her throat and quietly exit her mouth.
Willow POV:
Xander, Dawn and I sat at the edge, opposite Buffy and Angel. Andrew was still gawking at the fact the Jonathan was "alive". Giles and Faith were discussing tactic. The rest of the slayers were sleeping, except for, of course, Kennedy.
She watched me, not letting her eye lids droop even for second. I looked over what was left of my home. Dawn had a blank look, her eyes looking at the exact spot where her mother's grave would've been.
Xander looked to where Sunnydale high was once. Tears danced on the left side of his face. He was mourning her. Anya. I just stared off into the darkness. I felt a feeling in the pit of my stomach. You know the kind you get when your favorite show ended. Imagine that, but lasting for hours, days. It hurt almost too much.
I would never see my chemistry teacher again. I could never visit my mother's house. I could never hang out in Buffy's kitchen or do research in the Magic Box again. The thought, for some reason, sickened me. My home was gone. But I worried more about Buffy.
I looked across the pit, to see her looking out into the distance. She hadn't said much, or even looked away from the pit. Angel rubbed his fingers against her cheek bone, wiping something away.
The same things that danced on Xander's cheek. The same thing that poured out of Dawn's eyes. The same thing that stung my own eyes, at that moment.