|Willow & Angel(us) Fanfiction & Icons - Ficlet: In the End They Walk Alone by okdeanna (Willow/Angel, PG, 1/1)
Willow & Angel(us) Fanfiction & Icons
|Ficlet: In the End They Walk Alone by okdeanna (Willow/Angel, PG, 1/1)
||[Jul. 5th, 2013|06:29 pm]
Title: In The End They Walk Alone|
Word Count: 528
Timeline: Sometime in the future
Prompt: Inspired by a velvetwhip prompt in the willangelus comment ficathon: Willow/Angel, the end of the journey
Warning: Grab tissues. I was tearing up when I wrote it.
Beta: just me
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em. I'm just borrowing them. They belong to Joss and Company.
Summary: Angel has spent years atoning for his sins, but the sin he regrets the most is the action he didn’t take…
In The End They Walk Alone
He watched in silence as she slept. He promised her he wouldn’t do anything drastic, but how could she not expect him to intervene when he had the power to stop this? To keep her from leaving him. From…
The very word was like a shot of holy water down in his throat, burning and twisting in his gut until he nearly gasped in frustration, in outrage.
It wasn’t fair. He spent years trying to right the wrongs in his past. To atone for the sins he knew he nothing can undo, and yet, of all of them, the biggest sin was not turning her when he had the chance in that school hallway all those years ago. When she was younger, in full health and more powerful than she knew. Than anyone back then knew.
Anyone but him.
He’d sensed more, even then. A darkness that lurked just behind her eyes, underneath her skin. For a split second, she’d trembled in his arms, but Angel knew, as Angelus once had, that the shiver hadn’t been from fear.
No. In that one moment, when his hand had been at her throat, his mouth at her ear, and his body at her back, part of her had wanted him. She’d enjoyed the way he took control of her. The way he’d held her. In that regard, she’d reminded him of her vampire counterpart and if the others hadn’t interrupted him, he may very well have turned her simply so he could see how much of her vampire self would be the same.
A ragged cough jerked him from his thoughts and he turned to look at the woman lying on the bed, her once smooth apricot skin now pale and wrinkled with age.
“Willow,” he said, reaching for her hand. “I’m here. Tell me what you need.”
Her head turned at the sound of his voice, her gaze finding his in the dark. “A-Angel? I t-thought you,” she coughed again, “…left.”
Left? Did she not know him at all? “I couldn’t leave you alone. You’re sick and I…want to be here.”
“I’m dying,” she said, meeting his eyes with green eyes too sharp for their years.
He shook his head, and sighed. “I know that, Willow. I can…hear your heartbeat slowing down.”
Angel leaned forward in his chair, brushing the white-gray hair back away from her face. “Don’t be sorry, Willow. Just…rest now.”
She caught his hand, quicker than he would’ve thought she could move, and squeezed. “T-thank you,” she said softly. “For…l-loving me.”
He would always love her. Always ache for her.
Until the day that his own journey ended.
“It’s all right,” he said, bringing her hand up to his lips, his own hand shaking as he lowered their joined hands back to the bed. “You can sleep now, Willow. You can sleep.”
Her eyes closed, and then, seconds, hours later, she was gone.
And twelve hours after that, after her loved ones took her body from him and swore to hold her service at dusk, Angel walked out of the house they shared and cast his eyes upon the sun...forever and always, alone.
Oh. ::sniffs:: It's good that he was there with her at the end, but I can totally see him regretting the opportunity lost. Great job!
*sniffles* You were correct about needing tissues for this.