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Title: Autobiography In Five Chapters
Author: califi
Posted: 03-15-2003
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Rating: PG
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Content: C/A
Summary: Someone asked for a sequel to “Facts of Life”, so here is Angel’s written reply to Cordy’s note.
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Disclaimer: The characters in the Angelverse were created by Joss Whedon & David Greenwalt. No infringement is intended, no profit is made.
Distribution: No probs; take, have.
Notes: This Title Comes from a Poem in “The Tibetan Book of Living And Dying” [Yep! I have many strange books!] It IS deep; but Angel HAS been around for a long time, and I thought this would be more his ‘thing’.
Feedback: Yes please!Cordy walked through the double doors of the old building. Wesley’s ‘new’ office door was firmly closed; Gunn stood by the open Armoury cabinet, waxing his hubcap axe lovingly, whilst Fred sang softly to herself as she unblinkingly stared at the PC monitor screen.
“Yo! Barbie!” Gunn dramatically rubbed his eyes in disbelief.
“You on a personal Mission? Or is that big ol’ clock over there, running slow?” A wicked gleam obvious to all in his dark eyes; lips twitching as he again concentrated on his task.
"Charles! You’re such a tease! Hi Cordy! ”Fred giggled, shaking her head without lifting her rapt face up from the web page she was scouring avidly.
“ Stop with the funnies, already!” Cordy muttered crossly; the answering smile slipping when she noticed the thick white envelope resting on the surface of her cluttered desk, “Cordelia” Scrawled heavily in Angel’s Beautiful writing.
Sliding into her seat, she picked it up, holding it for long moments; finally opening it in nervous anticipation.
She’d agonised for hours yesterday over taking the note she’d penned, to the brooding Vampire’s bedroom.
Then agonised more through the night, tossing and turning in bed restlessly, her bed sheets twisting around her too-hot body.
She was still deeply hurt and angry, but the sight of her beloved friend’s drooping shoulders, his permanently guilty expression and the desperate 'helping out'had just been too much to bear.
Cordy soaked up the fine script before reading, a deliberately relaxed hand cupping her chin.
1. “I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk
I fall in.
I am lost…I am hopeless.
It isn’t my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.
2. I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don’t see it.
I fall in again.
I can’t believe I’m in the same place.
But it
isn’t my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.
3. I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in…it’s a habit.
My eyes were open
I know where I am
It
is my fault.
I get out immediately.
4. I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk
I walk around it.
5. I walk down another street ...
Angel...x”
Cordy smiled softly to herself.
Folding the paper carefully, she slipped it into her bag, discreetly wiping her moist eyes, before glancing around.
She knew he was there, hidden away in the shadows- his more frequent habit of late; watching her silently; tension palpable, running over her nape like an anxious caress.
Bright warm eyes pinning his, as if he were clearly in view, Cordy grinned; the love flowing out momentarily stunning him.
The first true smile she bestowed since before that night he'd coldly fired them. Angel never thought he'd see it again.
His large frame sagging in shattering relief, Angel slowly walked over to his new desk, returning the smile before reaching for a discarded book on the worn, polished surface…
End.
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