Title: Goodbye
Category: POV
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me they are Joss Whedon's
Spoilers: The episode Heroes
Rating: PG it is supposed to be sad, this was also the first thing I ever wrote
It hurts. I think it always will, I still get choked up inside now. The pain and
loneliness overwhelms me.
It is so hard to believe that he is gone. Allan Francis Doyle. The half- human,
half-demon with an Irish lilt.
He managed to get past my
defences and become the best friend I neither expected not wanted. I
never realised until it was too late and now I will never have the chance to
tell him.
I could talk to Doyle about anything. He would listen, give me his opinion but
most of all he would make me laugh and now that is all gone and all I have are
the memories.
There was something about him that got under your skin; he did the same to
Cordelia. Doyle was unusual at first. I thought he was just strange, well I
still do but that became one of the things I liked.
That one-day is burned into my memory, it will always haunt me. Doyle had once
told me that maybe I was the real deal in the hero department. He never thought
that he was, that he never could be, that he did not have the strength, but he
did and he proved it that night he became mine.
I was prepared to sacrifice my life. I have had a long one, seen many things and
have done many things that I am not proud of. I wanted, I needed him to
understand.
The next thing I knew I was shaking and clearing my head. He had hit me. I
realised what he was going to do but with all my speed I was still not fast
enough.
I called his name out again and again, he just turned and smiled. I have not
cried often but I did then.
I was honoured and
proud to have known him. Doyle had risked it all and saved us.
In all my years of existence I cannot remember feeling such pain as when the
light had gone and so had Doyle. I now feel that I am still in the dark; he was
a bright light in my life.
Doyle has now become a part of me and always will, as will the pain. If I ever
lose that I will have forgotten him and I never want that to happen.
And I sit down and watch the tape of Doyle, it is the only thing I have left to
remind me of him. I hear him say, "Is that it? Am I done?"
Yes my friend it is and you are. There is only one thing left to do, the hardest
thing, to let go.
My friend I love you. I always will and goodbye.
THE END