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(34.) “You broke my heart.”

Doyle just shook his head. “Ye ‘eard me. I know ye ‘eard me. I said ye broke me ‘eart Cordelia. You think I wouldn’t find out? After all the years of me being gone I mean sure. I expected ye ta move on but ta ‘im? Ta Angel? Me own friend who swore there was nothin’ going on when I first met ye.”

He bit his bottom lip, trying to not over react or break down in front of her. “So where’s the feelings Cordelia? What do ye want me ta do? Is all this that we ‘ave now after so long still a lie? Yer not in a play?! No premade lines. No definite ending. I need ta know. The feelings from long ago. Are they still there or are ye putting on a charade just fer my behalf?”

“Doyle, I did love you; there was nothing going on back then. And I still care about you. None of those are lies.” She paused, taking a shaky breath to buy herself time to gather her thoughts. “But you were gone for years. I didn’t expect for you to ever come back— none of us did. So yes. I moved on.”

Suddenly, Cordelia felt a spark of anger ignite, replacing her shock. Who did Doyle think he was, referring to Angel like he was better than him? As if because Angel and Doyle were friends— not even counting her— it was some huge betrayal. Doyle had been dead for years, for god’s sake, not on a week-long vacation!

“It’s not like I chose to have feelings for Angel, especially not to spite you!” she bit out, obviously hurt. “Is that really what you think of me? That I would put on a charade? That it’s just one big plan; oh, let’s all hurt Doyle in the end! Wouldn’t that be fun?!”

As fast as rage had hit her, it vanished, and anguish swiftly took its place. Cordelia seemed to collapse into herself; she crossed her arms over her chest and took a step backward, refusing to make eye contact. “I’m sorry if I broke your heart, but if you have it in your head that all I am now is some sort of two-timer or- or something— you can go.”