The Wheel
Book One: The Hanged One
by Cynamin

Disclaimers: See part one

Part Eight


Neither night nor day ever came to the gray reality where Angel walked. Still, it had seemed brighter since they recognized their love for each other. How long ago was that? Time had no meaning…. An eternity. A moment.

They were getting to know their new reality, playing with it as a child might play with clay. They had learned that they could transform it with their thoughts, create things out of the mists. They produced trinkets for each other, signs of devotion, and laughed in silent pleasure at each other's company.

They were walking again, the mind giving new forms to their paths. Ill-defined gardens and pleasure walks…pleasant places…hinted at the corners of their vision. It was thus that they discovered something about this place that spoke about the very nature of it.

"I want to show you something," Buffy whispered on day…night…whatever.

"Alright," Angel whispered back, sensing something interesting in her mood.

She leaned close and kissed him, surprising him. After a moment he responded eagerly, closing his eyes and let the moment of togetherness and passion sweep all thoughts from his mind. Even when the kiss ended they simply held each other for a minute, comfortable in each other's arms. There were few places that felt so perfect.

When Angel opened his eyes again he saw Buffy smiling up at him. Her eyes were filled with happiness that he could not help but share. Thus it was that he was lost in her eyes and did not at first notice the changes in everything around them.

The place where they stood was darker now, but not the oppressive dark gray of when they first arrived here. Rather it was the darkness of a room with windows to the night outside. The soft sound of rain echoed on the windowpanes. Angel looked around in surprise. He knew this place. It was his old apartment, the one night he and Buffy had been together before everything changed. It was different though. It seemed to glow, filled with a tangible sense of love and joy. Was this how it still was in Buffy's mind?

"Treasure every moment we had," she whispered in his ear. "I do."

Angel nodded. He understood. "Nothing lasts forever."


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