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A/N: I would like to dedicate this to the late great Glenn Quinn, may you rest in peace.
A/N 2: This is my first attempt at a Doyle fiction, so please be nice. I left it at a cliff-hanger because well I suck at fiction.
A/N 3: The following lyrics are by Switchfoot and were the inspiration for this fiction.

Fumbling his confidence
And wondering why the world has passed him by
Hoping that he’s meant for more than arguments
And failed attempts to fly, fly

We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside
Somewhere we live inside

We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside

Dreaming about Providence
And whether mice or men have second tries
Maybe we’ve been living with our eyes half open
Maybe we’re bent and broken, broken

We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside
Somewhere we live inside
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside

We want more than this world’s got to offer
We want more than this world’s got to offer
We want more than the wars of our fathers
And everything inside screams for second life

We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
We were meant to live
We were meant to live



“Are you okay Willow?” Angel asked as he stood beside Willow staring at the ocean below them. “You, You can stay with me or with Cordelia if you need to.”

“I’m fine. That is, I’ll be fine.” Willow stuttered out staring out at the waves as they crashed into the rocks. “Don’t worry about me so much Angel.”

“I can’t help but worry, little one,” Angel sighed combing a hand through his hair. “His death affected us all, but more so with you.”

“He shouldn’t have boarded that ship, Angel.” Willow said finally allowing the tears to fall. “I needed him, I need him.”

“Shush, little one.” Angel said embracing Willow. “Let it all out.”

“Can I stay with you for a few days, Angel?” Willow asked lifting her head from his shoulder. “I just need to get out of the apartment for a few days, everything there reminds me of him.”

“Sure, little one. I’ll call and have Cordelia bring you some things.” Angel proclaimed flipping open his cell-phone and dialing the number to Angel investigations.

_ _

“Angel Investigations we help the …. Hi ,Giles”, Cordelia said, answering the phone. “No, she’s not here right now… yes I’ll tell her you called. What? No she’s still not doing any better.”

“Thanks, Cordelia,” Willow stated walking over to the mini fridge behind her desk. “ I really didn’t want to have to talk to him and hear his pity.”

“No problem, Willow,” Cordelia stated hanging up the phone. “You know he really is just worried about you.”

Willow sighed. “I know he is, Cordelia, but I can’t stand to hear the pity that’s under it all.”

“It’s harder to heal that way isn’t it?”

“Yes, yes it is.”

“Look, Willow,” Cordelia sighed looking at her well-manicured nails. “ I know we haven’t been the best of friends but if you ever need someone to talk to, know that I am here.”

“Thanks, Cordelia.” Willow said smiling a genuine smile. “That means a lot to me.”
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