Presence

by Wolfling

(Rated PG)

 

She knew he'd be waiting for her.

She'd been thinking of him a lot during this last, swansong day she'd been given. His memory had been hovering at the edge of her mind, his presence at the edge of her awareness.

It made leaving easier when the time came, knowing that if he was still around, she'd be as well.

When her life faded out and she found herself suddenly elsewhere, Cordelia knew she would turn around and he'd be standing there ready to welcome her with a hug and a grin.

"Doyle," she whispered, smiling as she turned around.

 

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