Title: Sometimes
Author: ittybittytreefrog
Summary: She's scared to let go.
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not mine, never have been, never will be. Not that I'd mind or anything.
Notes: It's short, I know. It's the result of boredom and not wanting to do homework. Posting it on presure from EOlivet, RC, and Evidence.
Sometimes she can still feel his skin against hers. His lips gently brushing hers. His hand gliding along her hairline, brushing the stray bits back behind her ear.
Sometimes she can still hear her voice. The sound he makes as he murmurs her name into her ear. The calm in his voice as he reassures her during a bad case.
Sometimes she can still feel his presence. In the office, in a car, in her apartment. Sometimes she feels it so strong that she turns and expects to see him there, but there's no one.
Sometimes she can still feel his gaze, see his eyes peering into hers. His eyes opening a little more and letting her read a little more about him.
But there are times when she can't. It's those times -- when she can't remember his voice, his face, his eyes -- that really scare her. Because she's scared to forget him and lose him forever. She's scared that she'll forget him and he'll be only a name, a face in a photograph. She's scared that if she forgets him, he'll really be gone forever. She's scared she won't be able to face herself when that time comes.
Author: ittybittytreefrog
Summary: She's scared to let go.
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not mine, never have been, never will be. Not that I'd mind or anything.
Notes: It's short, I know. It's the result of boredom and not wanting to do homework. Posting it on presure from EOlivet, RC, and Evidence.
Sometimes she can still feel his skin against hers. His lips gently brushing hers. His hand gliding along her hairline, brushing the stray bits back behind her ear.
Sometimes she can still hear her voice. The sound he makes as he murmurs her name into her ear. The calm in his voice as he reassures her during a bad case.
Sometimes she can still feel his presence. In the office, in a car, in her apartment. Sometimes she feels it so strong that she turns and expects to see him there, but there's no one.
Sometimes she can still feel his gaze, see his eyes peering into hers. His eyes opening a little more and letting her read a little more about him.
But there are times when she can't. It's those times -- when she can't remember his voice, his face, his eyes -- that really scare her. Because she's scared to forget him and lose him forever. She's scared that she'll forget him and he'll be only a name, a face in a photograph. She's scared that if she forgets him, he'll really be gone forever. She's scared she won't be able to face herself when that time comes.