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This started as part of my new WIP but it's way too angsty to fit. so I'm calling it a ficlet or part of one.
“I know this won’t help very much but I do love her.”
“I can tell. There’s no chance that this is a demon thing is there? You know a Sweet like Harlequin dude maybe that forces people to act like they’re in a romance novel.” Giles shook his head no. “Just one thing I’d like to know, Is this why you were a no show at the wedding?”
“Does it matter? I would never have done anything …”
“It matters Giles it’s the only thing you’ve said tonight that doesn’t twist the knife I put in my own gut. Now I can tell myself if it had been some other bride walking down the aisle you would have been there.”
Giles had expected Xander to walk away from this hurting. Instead Giles was the one nursing a wounded heart.
“I know this won’t help very much but I do love her.”
“I can tell. There’s no chance that this is a demon thing is there? You know a Sweet like Harlequin dude maybe that forces people to act like they’re in a romance novel.” Giles shook his head no. “Just one thing I’d like to know, Is this why you were a no show at the wedding?”
“Does it matter? I would never have done anything …”
“It matters Giles it’s the only thing you’ve said tonight that doesn’t twist the knife I put in my own gut. Now I can tell myself if it had been some other bride walking down the aisle you would have been there.”
Giles had expected Xander to walk away from this hurting. Instead Giles was the one nursing a wounded heart.
