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Buffy POV:
I walked back to the bus in a rage, barely noticing Will following me.
"What Will?" I asked her, irritated.
"Buffy, can you not be so hard on Dawn? She really needs you now and…you of all people should know what she has," Willow started.
"And why should I know?" I asked.
Willow rolled her eyes and gestured towards the bus.
"That's…different," I told her.
"Aha, sure" she said sarcastically.
"It is. Angel didn't have a choice. Luke…Larry…whatever the heck his name has had all the choices in the world," I pointed out, my temper flaring.
Will rolled her eyes again, "Buffy, just promise me you won't be too hard on her," she said again.
I scoffed and walked away. I looked back for an instant, a slight smugness in her smile. I stomped my way onto the bus to see Angel laying his head against the top of the seat, his eyes closed.
I walked up to him slowly, sitting down next to him soundlessly. In the silence, I noticed he didn't have any hint of stress in his state. He seemed completely at peace. I sometimes wondered what went on his head.
I didn't bother to stir him.
I just loved it when he slept. He always seemed to have pain in his eyes. When he slept, his face would fall slack, never twitching, never agonized.
He would just sleep, breathing deeply.
So low, the words slipped out involuntarily, "I love you," I said. His mouth twitched.
He wasn't sleeping, just thinking.
Angel POV:
I was so lost in her gaze. The beautiful memory was pleasing in every way. Painful, but dulled for the moment.
It was the night after we had defeated the Mayor. I caught her eye and I was trapped in her green orbs. There was an emotion in them that was…incomprehensible. My jaw tightened as pain flitted to her eyes.
I knew the next thing I would do is walk away.
But something else happened instead. She mouthed to me, "I love you."
Suddenly, instead of walking away from her, ready to clutch myself if the agony threatened to take over, I…stepped forward…
I opened my eyes, to meet Buffy's brilliant green eyes. She was looking at me curiously, as if she was confused. I wondered why.
"What are you thinking?" I asked.
Her brow puckered up in surprise, "I was thinking about…your eyes," she replied.
I looked to her, confused, "What?" I asked, trying to make sense of her answer.
"Your eyes weren't…sad…" she replied.
Were my eyes usually sad?
"Angel…have you ever gotten over the guilt," I asked her.
Sudden anxiety took me over, as it always did when I thought about my past… "No," my voice broke.
Sudden tears stung my eyes. I tried to wipe them away, but Buffy touched my hand instead, keeping me there.
Her face turned agonized. She snuggled into my chest, her lemony scent rushing off of her. A tear broke free, rolling down my face.
It landed in her hair. She must've felt it, for when she looked up at me, she brushed away another tear.
She leaned in closer this time, her lips inches from mine…