Angel: You shouldn’t have to touch me when I’m like this.
Buffy: Oh. I didn’t even notice
“Passion. It lies in all of us. Sleeping, waiting, and though unwanted,
unbidden, it will stir. Open it’s jaws, and howl.
It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we can live without
passion, maybe we’d know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow.
Empty rooms, shuttered and dank. Without passion, we’d be truly dead.”
Right now, I’m just trying to keep from dying |I can’t breathe Will. I feel like I can’t breathe.
Angel: Am I a thing worth saving, huh? Am I a righteous man? The world wants me gone!
Buffy: What about me? I love you so much… And I tried to make you go away… I killed you and it didn’t help And I hate it! I hate that it’s so hard… and that you can hurt me so much. I know everything that you did, because you did it to me. Oh, God! I wish that I wished you dead. I don’t. I can’t.
I love you! I try not to but I can’t stop.
Do you really think you’re ready Buffy?