When in your life did you feel the most alone?
Last year.
When Wolfram and Hart finally turned against me. Or should I say everyone did. I'd decided to take control of the LA branch of Wolfram and Hart, a stupid mistake, but at the time I saw it as a great opportunity to spread my wings a little and get out of that hell of a hotel. Thing's went well for a while, then everything went wrong. Harmony had been screwing Hamilton behind my back and supplying him with much more than just a nightly screw. Wesley was in bits after we lost Fred, but he still fought on like a true soldier. Spike, well he was never really reliable to anyone, save for Buffy, but I'm guessing that was a different kind of reliable.
Anyway, the whole building was stormed, my main concern was getting everyone out unharmed, but ... that never really happened. I sacked Harmony as soon as I got my hands on her, I really wanted to kill her that night she'd put so many lives in danger, the lives of my friends and my family, and for that I'll never forgive her. So Harmony left, Wesley headed to Boston, Connor moved on with his new family, Spike disapeared and at that moment I stood and took a good look at things and they weren't as bright or good as I wanted them to be. I moved back into the old hotel, alone. I spent most of my days sitting awake and my nights doing the same. I never drank and ounce of blood for almost three weeks. I thought it would change me, get rid of this bastard that was inside me that kept driving everything I ever loved as far out of my life as possible. But that didn't work either.
I've felt alone so many times, it's almost becoming second nature to me, but still I try to move on and make things work. It's kinda sad when you build you're life up to a peak then watch it fall down into an irreparable pile.
Muse: Angel
Fandom: Angel