_hold_me post
Crazy the way life can change. One minute I’m saving the world making a grand entrance. And the next well I’m in front of Angel in a office. Once again I fought the good fright right down to the grand finally. Yet this time I lived. Didn’t go out like before. I was beaten up. In blood stained cloths but I was still around. And now I was standing in front of the place Buffy was. I got a tip from a slayer back in LA about the whereabouts of Buffy. Figured I’d check it out. I wondered what happened to Angel. The last I saw he was fighting off a demon. Ugly sucker he was.
I take a deep breath as I begin to walk forward. Even if the slayer was in there she wouldn’t talk to me. She didn’t even know I was around. Unless Angel her and told her.
I glanced down at what I was wearing. I couldn’t show up looking like this. Especially since the last she was of me was me going out a hero. Quickly I turn around and start to walk away. What was I doing. Why did I come here? Was I looking for some sort of comfort. I guess this was the only place I knew to go. Never liked Angel much. Plus didn’t know where the bloody ‘ell he was. If he wasn’t dusted.
Once again I stop and face the place. Maybe I should just hide out a couple of nights. Watch the slayer and her friends. See what she’s up to. See if she has anyone. I knew it would be hard to see Buffy again. Especially after she said “I love you” to me. She only said it cause she knew I was about to be dusted, if only she wouldn’t have, then this wouldn’t be so bloody hard. At least right now I still had that, I had that “I love you” from her. If I saw her now she would take it away. Tell me that she didn’t mean it.
Could bare the thought of that. She was all I bloody thought about while in LA, I just couldn’t, couldn’t go to her. Not yet. Still can’t. Can’t face her, can’t let her turn me away again. Just can’t bloody do it. What I have now is good, the memory of her choosing me to be her champion. The memory of her telling me that she loved me. That’s the way it should stay. I turned around and started to walk away.
I take a deep breath as I begin to walk forward. Even if the slayer was in there she wouldn’t talk to me. She didn’t even know I was around. Unless Angel her and told her.
I glanced down at what I was wearing. I couldn’t show up looking like this. Especially since the last she was of me was me going out a hero. Quickly I turn around and start to walk away. What was I doing. Why did I come here? Was I looking for some sort of comfort. I guess this was the only place I knew to go. Never liked Angel much. Plus didn’t know where the bloody ‘ell he was. If he wasn’t dusted.
Once again I stop and face the place. Maybe I should just hide out a couple of nights. Watch the slayer and her friends. See what she’s up to. See if she has anyone. I knew it would be hard to see Buffy again. Especially after she said “I love you” to me. She only said it cause she knew I was about to be dusted, if only she wouldn’t have, then this wouldn’t be so bloody hard. At least right now I still had that, I had that “I love you” from her. If I saw her now she would take it away. Tell me that she didn’t mean it.
Could bare the thought of that. She was all I bloody thought about while in LA, I just couldn’t, couldn’t go to her. Not yet. Still can’t. Can’t face her, can’t let her turn me away again. Just can’t bloody do it. What I have now is good, the memory of her choosing me to be her champion. The memory of her telling me that she loved me. That’s the way it should stay. I turned around and started to walk away.