To tell the one you love...or to not...that has to be the question
I got out of my rental car and stared at the building. So Buffy and dawn had returned to their roots. Their dead beat dad infested roots but roots none the less. I frowned but perked up as I saw a woman in her convertable spill coffee on herself. I never understood why things like that made me laugh nowadays. Maybe because, that used to be me. And I used to not be me..or something.
My mind already hurt from thoughts of Buffy around my head. Did I love her? I thought I did. But I know, myself I do. I always have. It's my unrequited love...
The thing that stuck in my mind was the one time when Theresa was a vampire. In the funeral home...we and she...we hugged and we had this moment.
MY life isn't complicated enough.
And I never...did anything. Never tried to do anything. I guess after a while I lost my contempt for dead boy. I mean Angel. I shook my thoughts away and headed upstairs to her apartment. But before I knocked on the door...
Does she love me?
Too late, subconsiously I knocked and the door opened.
[Open to Hank/Buffy/Dawn]
My mind already hurt from thoughts of Buffy around my head. Did I love her? I thought I did. But I know, myself I do. I always have. It's my unrequited love...
The thing that stuck in my mind was the one time when Theresa was a vampire. In the funeral home...we and she...we hugged and we had this moment.
MY life isn't complicated enough.
And I never...did anything. Never tried to do anything. I guess after a while I lost my contempt for dead boy. I mean Angel. I shook my thoughts away and headed upstairs to her apartment. But before I knocked on the door...
Does she love me?
Too late, subconsiously I knocked and the door opened.
[Open to Hank/Buffy/Dawn]