He closed the door, and, suddenly, it was like all the weight had lifted off of his shoulders.
His bruised and tortured shoulders, which, okay, still hurt, but there was a lot less on them.
He got into his van and closed his eyes, thinking.
No more Willow.
No more vampires.
No more magic.
Yeah, he was still a werewolf. But the herbs and the meditation took care of that. And if he could just go far enough away from Sunnydale, it'd never return.
He started up the van, took one last look at Giles' apartment, and drove away.
This Angel/Buffy the Vampire Slayer story was written by Kate Bolin. If you liked it, there's plenty more at http://www.dymphna.net/fanfic/. And you can feedback her at dymphna@dymphna.net.