I wish Angel would have thought to tell me where to get a good cage in Paris. Trying to find one on my own was embarrassing enough. Lying to Jill about what I was doing made me feel even worse. Most of the time she thought that I was spending the night with someone. I made up as many decent excuses as I could think of, but sometimes, you just have
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... she's being nice. That's only making this harder.
I like Nina. I don't feel about her the way she would like me to, I'll admit... but I like her. She's a nice person. I know that whatever I have to say will only hurt her, no matter how much I try to soften the blow. We both knew from the start that our feelings for each other were very, very different. I don't know if I ever really wanted her... for a little while there, I might have needed her, but need and want are two completely different things.
I know I can't give Nina what she wants from me. I've always known that. There's no way to avoid hurting her with this.
I hate that.
"It's been... an interesting time on this end," I told her honestly. I didn't want to have to explain to her about all that had really happened -- the fighting, the dying, the rising from the dead. It was all too complicated. This situation didn't need any more complications than it already had.
"... how's Paris?"
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Interesting. He must have picked that word because I wouldn't have any idea about what it could mean. It's so broad. Life is interesting. Death is interesting. Getting your ass kicked by your former boss could also be interesting if you wanted it badly enough. When I left, Angel wanted to pick a fight.
I wanted him to pick me. He wanted the violence. That's what I get for dating a vampire.
"Are you okay?"
I won't ask him what happened. Angel would tell me if he wanted to. And I'd be prying if I tried to get an answer out of him that he didn't want to give me. Something tells me I wouldn't be good at it either. He's never had a hard time of changing subjects around me. I think he likes it that way...I'm not a part of his word. When I tried to make him a part of mine, I failed, left, and thought I would never hear from him again.
He sent me away, I figured that meant we were done.
"... how's Paris?"
"It's nice. It could be better."
You could be here with me.
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No, I wasn't okay; I was far from being okay- far from anything that even resembled okay. I had, we had all come back from the dead... and to what, rebuild our lives? Or in my case, my unlife? Help balance the scales of good and evil? Simply because some higher power made a big cosmic mistake somewhere along the lines ( ... )
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The worst is yet to come. Angel is never in a good mood when he has to hesitate like that. He did the same thing after he turned into a puppet. I'm sure he's done it since then too, but the man I was attacted to turning into a puppet sticks in my mind as the most notable pause. I'll never forget that day; I probably couldn't if I wanted to. Still, I'm getting all sorts of bad vibes off of him, and we're thousands of miles away. He's not going to say anything that I've been hoping to hear. I think it's been long enough for me to be ready for it.
"Uhh, Nina, we have to talk.""Okay...what's on your mind ( ... )
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It had always been my style to say the wrong thing at the wrong time. And it's not like I meant to hurt the ones I cared for, but it just sort of- always turned out that way.
And I did care for her, just not the way she would like me to, but enough to not want to hurt her.
I guess, in the end it really didn't matter how I said things. She was a smart girl, she probably knew it what was coming after that, 'We need to talk,' line. I had sent her over seas with a promise to return to her if everything went well... and if I came out of it alive... or, well, huh, in one piece ( ... )
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