Years had passed since Angel had left Sunnydale and too much had happened in both of their lives since they'd parted ways. Both he and Buffy had tried their best to move on and in the process had made a lot of bad choices. But no matter what had happened or however long it had been... he knew his heart belonged with her.

When their world was threatened yet again he went running to join the fight. It was as good of an excuse as any... just to see her again.

Angel never felt more tired, though as he walked the familiar streets of Sunnydale. He missed her and he was damn well over it. Life sure had gone to shit lately and she was one of the only shiny beacons of light he had left. He thought that maybe, just maybe, now... now could be different, maybe they could try again and manage to get it right.

If everyone survived.

And, if she was up for it.

The End.