TITLE: My Own Private Hell
AUTHOR: Ragna (writinggoddess@aol.com)
SPOILERS/CLASSIFICATION: Set between BtVS seasons 2 & 3; Angel fic.
DISCLAIMER: If you don't recognize it, chances are it's my own creation. If you do, I don't own it. Joss Whedon, Kazui Sandollar, The WB, UPN, et. al. most likely do.
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There was no time in Hell. Minutes to months, hours to days, it all blended together into a lump of...

Angel realized contemplating the amount of time he'd spent in Hell would drive him crazy. If he wasn't already insane. But time...time was a flighty thing. One day, his time would be up, and he would be free. He would return to Sunnydale and see just how much time had passed. He prayed it was hours, days, months…anything but years.

If the years went by and his own private Hell made it seem like a day, Angel would just snap.