Hi everybody! It's been like 12 years since the last time I wrote a fanfic for The X Files, so you have no idea how excited I am to be doing this again. I'm from Colombia so English is not my first language, so I apologize if you find any mistakes here... But, to make sure that doesn't happen I asked my good friend harperrose87 to read this story that came to my mind. I think she is one of the best writers here on so I feel honored to have received her support

I hope you all enjoy this and please, leave me some feedback. Thanks :)

… Now they must probably really think I went mad… I guess I don't care, you were all I had and now you're not here… Like before, I'm never going to stop looking for you - but, in the meantime, it really hurts to know that you're not next to me in bed, that your scent is lost from our office… It really hurts to walk alone in life…

Do you hear me calling for you every night when I look to the sky and the moon, wishing I could find you up there?

I know you're somewhere out there, and I want to believe that you are listening to me, that someday you will answer.

Meanwhile, I'm going to let everybody think that I've really lost my mind. Every night when I scream out your name standing by my window will be because losing you again has made me lose my mind.

I don't care what my neighbors or my peers at work think. I don't care if it is ever only me looking for you, talking to the moon every single night, asking if you're going to come back to me.

I know that one of these nights you are going to answer me and you're not going to be far away anymore.

"Mulder", he answered the phone.

"You're doing it again, Mulder. Your landlord called me", Skinner sighed on the other end. "One of your neighbors called him because of the noise you've been making". Mulder could hear that Skinner was obviously tired of delivering the same message every night to his agent, or what was left of him.

Skinner was met with nothing but silence on the other side of the line. What else was new? He was about to hang up the phone, like every night, when Mulder started to speak. "... I'm sorry, Walter… I'm…", Mulder couldn't keep going. There was too much inside of him. Maybe, just maybe, talking to the moon wasn't helping as much as he thought.

"I know it's a horrible, terrible time, Mulder. I don't even know how you're holding on … but I've offered you my help and you don't talk to me…"

"Maybe the moon is a better listener", Mulder said, his voice tainted with his dark humor.

Skinner exhaled. What else could he do? "Maybe", he said after a long space of silence. "I'm going to leave you to it then. But don't talk too loud, I don't think it would be a good idea that your neighbors call the cops to your apartment".

"Okay. Thanks, Walter. Really… thank you. I know you know I'm not crazy… yet".

"I know, Mulder. I'm just sorry you're going through this again, and I'm sorry I couldn't do anything to stop her from going to Oregon. This is all my fault", Skinner said sadly.

"You know I've never thought that. It's not your fault. She went there for me, and she's missing because of me, once again. I think this time, when she comes back, I'm really going to have to get out of her life so she could keep living".

"Mulder, that's-"

Mulder hung up the phone before Skinner could say anything else. He set it down on the table and returned to the window. Maybe he wouldn't shout her name again that night, but he vowed to stay there looking to the sky and the moon searching for her. He knew he wasn't mad - he was just looking for the piece of his soul that went missing that night, the same one that he heard in his dreams calling for him. He knew she was suffering; this time is different than before and he doesn't know for certain if she will come back to be herself.

The phone rung again. He was so tired of receiving sympathy from people that had no clue of what he was going through. Still, every call could have been important.

"Mulder", he said after answering, still looking to the moon.

"Hi Mulder, it's me", she said.

For a second, he thought his world would stop.