Another Open On Sunday Drabble for "Trap"
There were endless metaphors for the effect of a great (or soul-tearing, heart-rending) love, and Angel had felt several thousand of them in the years he had known Buffy.
The great trap in which his old, dead heart was caught--though sometimes the pain and longing made him struggle against its binds--he still wouldn't trade the golden chains for much else in his very long existence.
"It's never really goodbye," she said softly, letting go his hand as she walked away. "We always find our way back. Like those pigeons with the bracelets. But without all the bird crap."