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The pain was getting worse... and so were the X-rays. The stupid visions were hurting me, but I had already made up my mind. I was going to keep them, because they helped Angel. Angel needed them, and without them, would he need me anymore?
I sighed, looking up and pushing myself off the couch. I hated the aftermath of a vision... they always left me feeling all down and depressed. Like my life was really that bad... well, yeah, sometimes it could be, but seriously. I was Vision Girl, plain and simple. I wasn't like Angel, brooding over everything and anything that happened. Like, oh, look, an ant was fried by a little girl; I should have stopped it...
Okay, it wasn't that bad, but seriously. Sometimes, Angel just needed to be smacked and told to get over it.
Meanwhile, though, he was probably having the time of his life, being all macho out there with Wes and Gunn, killing some demon... I snorted as I moved over to the counter. Men.
I picked up the cleaning rag, and frowned. Mpst women when they were in pain turned to chocolate, or sex or something. But oh, no, I cou;dn't have those... I had to clean the office manically...
"Welcome to the life of Cordelia Chase," I muttered to myself, half-heartedly swiping the rag across the counter top.
((open to Fred))
I sighed, looking up and pushing myself off the couch. I hated the aftermath of a vision... they always left me feeling all down and depressed. Like my life was really that bad... well, yeah, sometimes it could be, but seriously. I was Vision Girl, plain and simple. I wasn't like Angel, brooding over everything and anything that happened. Like, oh, look, an ant was fried by a little girl; I should have stopped it...
Okay, it wasn't that bad, but seriously. Sometimes, Angel just needed to be smacked and told to get over it.
Meanwhile, though, he was probably having the time of his life, being all macho out there with Wes and Gunn, killing some demon... I snorted as I moved over to the counter. Men.
I picked up the cleaning rag, and frowned. Mpst women when they were in pain turned to chocolate, or sex or something. But oh, no, I cou;dn't have those... I had to clean the office manically...
"Welcome to the life of Cordelia Chase," I muttered to myself, half-heartedly swiping the rag across the counter top.
((open to Fred))