Every time she saw them together, Lilah felt her dead heart break a little bit more.

It had been three months since Angel Investigations had taken over this branch of the firm. The building had eleven floors, yet every time she turned a corner or walked into a room, there they were, holding hands, sharing light kisses, or even just trading loving glances when they thought nobody would catch them.

Things he and Lilah never got to do, because she had been to proud to admit that she loved him.

So she lost Wesley to a little Texas priss who wore glasses and was basically a walking physics book. And this time she to admit that she was so jealous that if she weren't already dead, she would be by now, from the many times she had slit her wrists after having to watch their little displays of affection.

Because it was the only way she could cope with it all.