SUMMARY: Angel reflects on the status of his heart.
POSTED: 14 Mar 2011
CATEGORY: DRABBLE / ANGST / POST-EPISIDE: ‘You’re Welcome’
CONTENT/PAIRING: C/A, mentions D/A
FICPIC CREDIT: N/A
If my walnut heart could crack, I would say it now has at least a hairline fracture. It’s been 2 hours now, since her soft sweet lips last touched mine, and it feels as though her soul has seeped from mine too, out through that same hairline crack. I’ve been broken before, walking through hell, living in the aftermath of the slayer, in the aftermath of Darla, but none of that compares to this soreness, this broken me in the aftermath of Cordelia. I slip under the covers of my large silk covered king-sized bed, as my eyes weep lost diamonds in silence, the numbing hand of sleep dulling senses, ever so slightly, as I drift into a state in which I pray I see her face again, away into my dreams.