Rating: Pg-13, nothing really majorly bad.
Summary: Buffy's gone over the top, finally… and Angel's there to hear it.
Companion piece to The Lying Truth.
Timeline: Why don't we just say like beginning of the 6th season when she was majorly messed up.
Spoilers: Nothing major at all.
Pairings: B/A and a little reference to A/someone else (read to find out who).
Distribution: Whoever wants it, take it. Just tell me where…
Authors note: To all of you guys who read my story Black and White to Orange and Red it's still being worked on and I should get it up in the next few hours, hopefully. Thanx for being patient for me

It's midnight and the phone is ringing. I rub my tired eyes, and reach for the phone. It's been a long day. I pick it up with an exaggerated sigh.

My Angel is on the other line. There's something wrong with her; there's something off. I want to know what's wrong, and she laughs heartily. It chills me to the bone and any positive thoughts about my love and her phonecall are put to rest.

I want to know what's wrong, why she is laughing so humorously on the line. Why, why is she laughing so like someone I don't want to remember?

She abruptly stops, and I don't know what is worse, her maniacal laughing or the lack thereof. The silence on the line is deafening, and I think I can literally feel her pain through the line. The pain seeps through the telephone chord and absorbs into my skin, saturating me in mind numbing pain.

What in the hell is happening? I question her again, and the laughing begins again, only this time, it has something new to it: there's pain, and I can hear her voice begin to crack. She says I never loved her, that I lied. What is she talking about? Doesn't she know that she's the only reason I went on for so long? Doesn't she know? She HAS to know.

A realization comes to me through her twisted sobbing and laughing. She saw her kiss me. I don't know how she saw it, but she did. She saw it, and she hates me for it. In frenzy, I begin to explain to her. She kissed me! She has to know that she kissed me! That woman is out of my life forever now. I felt nothing in that kiss!

She begins to babble incoherently, and I can hear her bring the knife across her flesh as she tells me that I'm a liar and a hypocrite. Oh, God, No! My darling, my Buffy, no, no, no! I begin to sob on the line, and our sobs mingle together even though we are miles apart. Our aching souls and hearts try to connect through that wire, but alas, they will not.

I feel her begins to fade, and in desperation I scream to her. Her voice is weaker, as is mine. Is it possible to die from a broken heart that doesn't even support your life in the first place? God, I think this time, you're going to have to make an exception. I hold back laughter. God. God, where are You know?!

I hear her giggle dizzily on the other side of the line? What is going through her mind right now? What in the hell made her do this? Before I even think of the question, I know the answer. Me, it was me who did this.

Even though that woman kissed me, I didn't immediately push back. I was lonely; lonely for some type of love even if it was coming from a person I didn't even want.

She stops giggling and starts crying again, and I can hear the slight gargling from where the blood is swelling in her throat. In past instances this has made me hungry, now it only makes me deathly sick. I hold back the urge to vomit as I try to talk her down. I don't know what else to do. I'm in L.A., I can't call the police, and I can't disconnect with her to call her friends. So, I can only be with her in these last moments.

I tell her I love her, which I do, more than she can ever imagine. I love her so much that it hurts. And believe me, it hurts more than you can imagine. Her sobs turn into soft whimpers, and the line is quiet except for my heavy sobs. I shush her with words of love.

She whimpers them back, and I cry harder. She did this because of me. Oh, God, she did this because of me. She breathes her last breath, and it's a word of utter love and devotion. The line goes quiet once again with the absence of her precious breath, and I crumple to the ground.

Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! My cries of agony turn my throat raw and I cry tears of blood until I am sure the earth is saturated with it. My love is gone, and with her my hope. Damn it. Damn Cordelia and her wretched kiss. Damn me for not pulling away… but then, I'm already damned enough for one century, aren't I?

I continue to wail into the night. I love her and she's gone. Gone forever. Forever. Damn. That's a long time. A long time without my Angel.

I am EVIL :)......feed me pleaze!

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