Cordelia watched the video of Doyle shooting the 'Angel Investigations' commercial for the fifieth time in a row. She couldn't believe she had been so mean to him on the video. Who cared if it was rats or rates? She wished she had found out he was a half-demon and an important element in her life earlier. She never knew what he meant to her. Cordelia forced herself off the couch. She wiped the tears off her face and walked to Angel's place.
Angel was sitting in his favorite corner, brooding. Everything was just the same in the room. Cordy sighed. At least something hasn't changed, she thought.
"Hey," she said walking up behind him.
"Hey," he said quietly.
There was an awkward silence. It kinda reminded Cordelia of their days in Sunnydale. They have been like this since Doyle died. It was like he was the source of their communication.
"This has been fun," Cordy said and turned to go.
"Cordelia, wait," Angel got up and walked toward her.
Cordelia turned and faced Angel. "What is it?" she asked.
"I-uh...You're right. This has been fun."
Cordelia turned and left the room. She walked to her apartment. The one Doyle got her. Once inside, she closed the door and leaned up against it. Soon, she was on the floor sobbing. She felt as if she had no power of her own.