Always On His Mind
"Can I hold him?" she asked sweetly, her green eyes on the baby boy. Angel did his best to conceal his emotions as he watched Darla gathering their child in her arms.
"He has your eyes," he said to her.
"Hopefully not your hair," she replied. Angel laughed. He walked to her and raise a hand, needing to feel her skin again his hand...
Then she was gone and he was alone again. Connor slept in his cradle, unaware of his father's sobs.
Angel had tried one too many times, but he could never say good bye to Darla's memory.