Summery: The final story in my series. I suggest reading "Mirror Image", "Is it Me", "'Tis the Season", and "Only Seventeen" before you start this one. If you read them, this story will make a little bit more sense.
Disclaimer: I own neither Buffy nor Angel. I'm only a teenager. I doubt they'd let me own anything.
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Author's Notes: This is the last story in my series. It all started with "Mirror Image", which I was very proud of. Then, the others just kind of came to me. But, do to an astounding majority of votes, here is your happy ending. Now, let me remind you, it won't be too happy (e.i. them growing old together with the curse business all taken care of), because hey, this is me. But, anyway Thanks to all the people who sent me feedback. I write for you, and I will continue to do it as long as you let me.

"Angel, stop!" I call after him. The park around us has somehow emptied and we are the only ones in the world. Exactly the way it should be. I get up from my seat on a hard stone bench, and run to him. His words have hurt me, but I cannot pay attention to that now. "Who's running now?"

He stared at me for a long while, and finally his face softens. His eyes tell me that he feels guilty, but more so, that he feels conflicted. He thinks I am selfish, and when it comes to certain things, I am. But I'm also stubborn. And I'd chase him into the depths of hell before I ever lost him.

"Angel, I listened to you, now you have to listen to me." I tell him. He tries to look away, but I force him to look at me. "I love you. I have never, and will never stop loving you. Yes, I'm immature. Yes, I'm selfish. Yes, I'm only seventeen. But it doesn't matter if I'm seventeen of seventy. I know what I feel. And I love you. The only reason I push you away sometimes is because I'm scared. It scares me that you're the only person I've ever loved. But you're the only person I want to love. You're the only person that I can see myself growing old with."

"But I'm not going to grow old. I'm going to look the same way I do now for the rest of eternity." he replies.

I consider saying `Lucky', but I know it is an inappropriate time to make jokes. "I don't care." I want to make sure he understands. He has to know how I feel. "Angel, you are my future. I don't care that you're a vampire, and I don't care that I can't have kids, and I don't care that we can't do any of the things that normal people do. If I had known you where going to think about leaving me, I would never have complained about being the slayer. I don't need a normal life. I don't want one. I'll never have one."

He shakes his head. I am not sure if he is thinking of a reply, or has none. "What do you want me to say Buffy?" he asks. I shake my head. Doesn't he understand? Have I not made it clear? What do I have to do, write it in the clouds?

"Say that you'll stay." I reply desperately. He does not reply, and I have learned to take this as a bead sign. "Say that you won't leave me."

He looks at me for a long time. I know that he is considering his options, and weighing them objectively. I just wish that it wouldn't take so damn long.

I feel his hands on my shoulders, and I look up into his eyes. He bends down to my level and kisses me. I am not sure how to interpret it, so I just don't try. He steps away from me.

If he thinks he's going to get away that easily, he has another thing coming. "So, are you staying?" He stares at me, which he has become accustomed to doing, then smiles.

"Do you really have to ask?"

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