the black corner kept him hidden.
crouched in the emptiness he watched.
nothing but the rustling.
spike hated himself.

she was lost in the safety.
he was there when she needed him.
she didn't have to look very hard.
he held her like it was yesterday.
buffy lost control.

her hair smelled almost too good to be real.
if he let her go he probably would wake up from the dream.
if he let her go she'd forget him and wake up next to the enemy.
angel quietly wished.

and then it collapsed.