Wesley ficlet
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He remembered teasing Angel about doing this very thing. Sitting alone in the dark, thinking dark, depressing thoughts. He'd taken joy in flinging open the office door and making Angel growl at him and come up with reasons why he wasn't brooding. But more often than not, Wesley had been able to cajole Angel out of the dark.
A lifetime ago, and someone else. Wesley was the one who sat in the dark, now. Holding a glass in his hand and thinking about how too many things had changed. The mistakes he'd made, and even if he hadn't committed the atrocities that had kept Angel contemplating alone, his own sins were painful enough that he could not bear to let them go.
He took a drink and wondered what he might possibly do to gain forgiveness, and he knew that from Angel, there could never be such.
And there was no one else's forgiveness that mattered.
rainmercutioHe remembered teasing Angel about doing this very thing. Sitting alone in the dark, thinking dark, depressing thoughts. He'd taken joy in flinging open the office door and making Angel growl at him and come up with reasons why he wasn't brooding. But more often than not, Wesley had been able to cajole Angel out of the dark.
A lifetime ago, and someone else. Wesley was the one who sat in the dark, now. Holding a glass in his hand and thinking about how too many things had changed. The mistakes he'd made, and even if he hadn't committed the atrocities that had kept Angel contemplating alone, his own sins were painful enough that he could not bear to let them go.
He took a drink and wondered what he might possibly do to gain forgiveness, and he knew that from Angel, there could never be such.
And there was no one else's forgiveness that mattered.