"Every breath you take I'll be watching you."
 
 

Robert knew something was bothering Willow but he respected her privacy and, after her denial that anything was wrong, left the subject alone. Their relationship was built on a strong foundation of trust. He knew that she would come to him with whatever was bothering her when she was ready, and if not then he knew she had good reasons not to. Robert had nothing but the utmost faith in Willow, which made Willow feel even worse for the thoughts she was having.
 
 

Willow hadn’t been able to get her meeting with Angel out of her mind. She replayed the scene in her mind over and over, an endless loop of painful words and implications that tore at Willow’s heart. She tried to understand what had been going on during their conversation, what those expressions on Angel’s face had meant, but she was at a lose for explanations. All she could think was that he didn’t want to see her. He had known she was living in New York, yet he hadn’t tried to see her. He hadn’t contacted her; he had stayed away from her, on purpose.
 
 

He didn’t want to be friends with her. A friend would have called, stopped by, said hello, anything. But not Angel. He did none of those things, and so he had rejected Willow. She hadn’t realized how much that could hurt. To have an old friend reject your friendship. But this was worse. This wasn’t just any friend. This was Angel. This was the man who knew more about her than even Xander. This was whom she had let into her soul.

Willow tried to remember back to that one night they had spent together. She had thought the night was meaningful to him too, that he had opened himself up to her as he never had to another woman. Willow had been holding on to that belief for the past four years. Willow could admit now that she had been in love with him after that night. Of course, she was in love with Robert now, but she still had deep feelings for Angel, feelings that were grounded in the belief that he was her confidante and she was his. <Looks like I was fooling myself. Holding on to a night that obviously meant more to me than it did to him. >

Willow got up from the couch and began to pace in front of the apartment's picture window. For the second time that night, tears threatened to spill from Willow's eyes. Afraid that Robert might come out of the shower to find her crumpled on the floor hysterical crying, kept Willow from indulging those tears. Willow didn't want to worry him.

Willow went to switch on the stereo hoping some music would distract her a bit. The radio was set to a lite FM station. Immediately, Willow recognized the song playing as an old Police hit. Sinking back into the leather cushions of the couch, Willow closed her eyes and sang along softly to the song.

"Every move you make, every vow you break, every smile you fake, every claim you stake I'll be watching you. Since you've gone I've been lost without a trace. I dream at night I can only see your face. I look around but it's you I can't replace. I feel so cold and I long for your embrace. I keep crying baby, baby please."

For the first time since their meeting, Willow found herself wondering about Angel's last words to her. When he had congratulated Willow on her engagement, she had been too upset to wonder how exactly he had known about it.

Willow sat up, a glimmer of hope appearing in her heart. <He knew I was engaged to Robert. There's no way he could have known about that unless he tried to contact me. Maybe he called me at the office and one of the receptionists told him. But why would they tell a perfect stranger about our engagement? No, that can't be it. Maybe he read the announcement Robert's mother placed in the society columns. Wait, Angel reading a society column? I don't think so. He couldn't have found out from Xander or Giles cause they would have told me about it. Okay, the only possibility left is he found out through me. Could have been spying on me? >

Glimpses of long forgotten memories flooded Willow's mind. How many nights have Willow felt as if someone was following her? She'd never thought anything of them. After all, this was New York. Things like that always happened and chances are there usually was some psycho following you around. Same went for the times Willow had felt as if someone was watching her. In New York there were always people watching. <But what if some of those times it was Angel who was watching me. > Willow wasn't quite sure what it would mean if it were true, but she knew the answer was important.

Willow wished she could talk to someone, but Kaitlyn already had an unfavorable opinion of Angel. Besides, Willow was engaged to her brother. She didn't think Kaitlyn was the best person to discuss another guy with. As for Xander, he had already moved out of his apartment in LA and was, at this very moment, in the process of driving cross-country to New York. Since Willow had kept her lease to her old apartment for Xander to move in to, he had been anxious to arrive before the semester started.

<It's best that I don't talk to either of them. There's really only one person who I should be talking to. > Unable to think of anything she could tell Robert, Willow grabbed her purse and left.