Disclaimer: I don't own Michael or Sara
There were a million of memories in her life. Some were worth to be remembered, some were not. He was a memory she would not trade, nor could be forgotten. Sara Tancredi had gone home each night with those memories of him tucked into her heart. As a little girl, she knew eventually one day she would have found her prince charming like in her fairy tale books and would had lived happily forever after. Who would have thought her prince would be prison inmate Michael Scofield.
There was something about him she could not explain, something about him that attracted her. She wished to rip her heart out for what she felt and have it replaced for one that would bear no love, lust or any sort of feelings for Michael. Existence had never been the same since she'd met him. At times he'd look into her eyes and it was as if they had their own silence of language of communication.
Sara wondered if somehow they had been soulmates in a previous lifetime. That would explain their attraction to each other. She'd waited for someone to love. Why was fate so cruel to have found her love only to keep them apart? Life was not supposed to be like this. To love someone is to shout it out to the world, instead it is hidden and locked up securely in her heart.
Sara Tancredi makes love to Michael Scofield only in her dreams. She prays that one day soon she'd be making memories with him.
The End