Word Count: 100
Summary: No hope of ever waking.
Disclaimer: If you recognize them, they belong to Joss Whedon and David Greenwalt. Otherwise, they're mine.
Author's Note: Written for drabble123.
No hope of ever waking, the doctor had said when they'd brought her here after she'd slipped into her coma last month. Angel had known then that if she died, he'd wouldn't last long without her.
But then his very own miracle happened.
"Baby, what are you thinking about?" she asked, interrupting his thoughts.
Cordelia Chase had woken up last month, restoring his hope for the future. He'd told her of the love he'd kept hidden for far too long that very night.
Cordy took his hand in hers. "I love you, Angel."
He smiled. "I love you, too."