Angel/Love
Angel was in love with somebody else.
She slowly laid the receiver in the cradle
and sat quietly. It was bound to
happen, sooner or later. They had both
moved on, long ago.
Angel was in love with somebody else.
She never would have expected it to be
Cordelia. She was the selfish, vapid
one. The cruel airhead. The society bitch. That wasn't his type, was it?
Though Willow had said how much she had matured, grown up. Maybe people
do change.
Angel was in love with somebody else.
She expected it to hurt. After all, Angel was her true love, her
soulmate, her destiny. Wasn't that what
she had believed for so many years? Angel the brave; Angel the good. But it
didn't hurt. It didn't even numb
her. It just was.
Angel was in love with somebody else.
The last piece fit into the puzzle. All the emotion she had pressed down,
denied, fought. The tumblers were all
in place and the lock was opened.
Angel was in love with somebody else.
And so was she.