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Apr 28, 2005 22:58

We had all decided that we were going to find out if Connor was okay. He had to be, I told him to get out of there, the offices and he did. He left. I remember the last look I gave him, it's in my head and right now that's all I'm seeing.

Go home ... now.

They'll destroy you.

As long as you're okay, they can't. Go.Then he was gone and I was ( Read more... )

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wickedslayer April 28 2005, 23:14:09 UTC

The ride to Connor's house was made in silence, I ended up chain smokin' through most of it cause the tension was so damn thick in the car I couldn't even breathe right. Angel's knuckles were white on the steering wheel as we pulled up in front of some nice suburban family lookin' house just outside the city. He told us to wait in the car, and I was cool with that as long as I could watch him from the window. Watched as he talked to some woman and she started crying ( ... )

watcher_pryce April 29 2005, 01:23:18 UTC

I'd watched Angel. I'd watched the woman burst into tears. I'd watched Angel face fall. I'd watched his entire posture change. I was quite the watcher and just as useless. I didn't need to ask what the news had been. And after sharing a look with Faith, I knew she didn't need to ask either. Though, she was close to it. Perhaps she needed to hear it. Angel's face was enough for me though ( ... )

__angel May 3 2005, 19:31:41 UTC

I kept my eyes on the road as I drove as fast as I could back to the hotel. Just wanted to be alone, just wanted to think. Pretty much about the way I had let everyone down and killed my son. The ways I could have stopped it. But, in the end, I chose to have a better life for him and basically screw my friends over, which is what I did. And for what? Only for Connor to die anyway ( ... )

prodigal_slayer May 3 2005, 21:28:31 UTC

The drive back to the Hyperion was made in silence. But I could see Angel's eyes starting to get watery and I had to swallow hard over the lump growin' in my throat. Shit. If the kid was dead, then that meant alot of things. But mostly it meant that Angel was devestated and his devestation usually shook me to the core. I wanted to cry alongside with him, but I remembered what I'd promised myself when I first realized what I'd gotten myself into. That if he fell apart I would stay strong. One of us had to ( ... )

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