walking there alone
All she needed was Angel.
The way they'd been last year. Now, although his love for her was evident, it wasn't the same innocent, relentless, passionate love they'd shared before. Nothing was the same, on the outside they hadn't changed. On the inside... Buffy still cried over the evil taunts of Angelus, over the pain she'd suffered after sending him to hell, over their love which was just unfair.
When they had escaped from Spike, Drusilla and the Judge and fled to him apartment he'd been so gentle, so loving. They'd had no idea about the curse. As far as she had known, when she woke the next morning, it would've been Angel lying next to her, holding her. Not Angelus' evil taunts.
thought about it
Of course Angelus never cared about her feelings- or if he did he didn't care, but Angel... The way he made her feel when he promised he'd never let her go, she had been full of hope and love. That was gone now
One night. That's all they'd had. One night, one year ago. They'd been totally, completely, irretrievably in love. With everything they were they had loved each other. And the result of their love had been the ultimate sacrifice. But given the chance, she wouldn't have changed a thing. It didn't matter now though, it was in the past, one year ago.