Wow, this fic... I'm absolutely stunned. I have no words. I was searching for a fic about their meeting we never had a chance to saw in a canon and the way you've described... I think I'm in love with the way you write. Everything seems so perfectly in right place, every word stabs me like a dagger and it's exactly how it should be. Buffy in L.A., Angel in Tibet, their meeting... so. damn. well. written. Every single word, wow... I'm just stunned. The part about Angel being on knees before Buffy? And the fact that she was trying to find herself, that she was trying to define herself by looking at him, by remembering him, and he was doing the same with her... It breaks my heart.
Wonderful job!

Dawn is bloodying the eastern sky, but he is not quite the creature Darla made.

The light is gray, but he is not quite the innocent Buffy stabbed.

He is not quite Liam, not quite Angelus, but always himself.

Another needle drops, but he feels no unbearable loss.
Best. Sentences. Ever.

She’s been to Heaven and he’s been to Hell, and now all that’s left is in between, the never perfect and no longer innocent
Loved it!