NIGHT TO REMEMBER (1/?)
 

               Willow looked at the door and took a deep breath. Angel Investigations was
               written in white scrawl, at her eye level. She turned back to face the
               street. She couldn't do this. He wouldn't want to see her. Hell, all she
               would do was upset him. Remind him of Sunnydale and Buffy and things he
               couldn't have. She bit her lip as her mind argued with her heart.
 

               She missed him. She, Willow Rosenberg, had done something rather silly. She
               had fallen in love with her best friend's ex boyfriend. Actually, at the
               time, he was still Buffy's boyfriend. She was a bad person. A terrible bad
               person. She had felt as though part of her was dying when he had left after
               graduation. What had hurt the most was that he hadn't told her goodbye. Just
               disappeared after the mayor had been destroyed. Willow had cried for hours
               knowing that she would never see him again. Now, here she was. Standing on
               his doorstep with a book that GIles had sent to him. He had told GIles where
               he was, but not her.
 

               She had gotten to know him much better when he had returned from hell. They
               had spent hours together just talking. Buffy couldn't be around him without
               breaking her heart, so Willow had appointed the liason between him and the
               gang. She had gladly volunteered, not having anything else to do since Oz had
               left for college soon after Buffy had run away. Of course, it had all
               backfired on her. She had fallen in love with the dark haired vampire. She
               was destined to be in unrequited love, she decided. First Xander, which was a
               mistake and now Angel. Of course, she hadn't seen the vampire in months and
               she still dreamed of him and thought of him constantly. She was hopeless. She
               heard a noise and turned around, her eyes widening.
 

               He was still breath taking. A gray sweater, black slacks that fit his lean
               form just right, his hair was slightly rumpled as though he had just woken
               up. She fought the urge to brush it away from his face. She gulped as her
               love hit her full force. Time hadn't done anything except it make it worse.
               She struggled for a breath, hoping he couldn't see her desire or love. This
               was bad. So bad. She couldn't do this..be around him and act as though they
               had just seen each other the day before. He had left her without a goodbye.
               He didn't even like her enough to say goodbye.
 

               "Willow?" Angel said, staring at her in surprise. He had thought he heard
               someone outside but when no one knocked, he had imagined he was going crazy.
               Now, who should stand in front of him, but the girl that had haunted his
               thoughts for months. Good god, he hoped nothing was wrong back in Sunnydale.
               He just took a moment to enjoy the sight of her. She was so damn beautiful.
 

               "Angel? Oh..I didn't knock...how did you know I was here? Duh, the vampire
               hearing thing right? Well, I'm sorry to bother you but I was in LA for a
               conference at school and Giles asked me to drop this book off for you and I
               didn't know if you would want to see me or not so I was just going to leave
               it here but now that you're here, I guess I can give it to you personally and
               all and I'll be shutting up now." Willow stopped, her face red. Great, Will.
               Act like an idiot and remind him why he left you...left Sunnydale.
 

               Angel stared at her, not sure if this was just another dream or not. He
               watched as a breeze ruffled her red hair. She had let it grow to her
               shoulders since he had last seen her. She looked more mature but still so
               innocent. So untouched. He had missed her these last months. Of course, he
               had left because of her...because of his feelings for her. He wanted to touch
               her before she disappeared. He smiled, reaching out and hugging her tightly,
               "I've missed you Willow...so much."
 

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