Dark Side Of The Sun
A/N: This is a Maria POV set after departure. It just popped in to my head. Hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I don't own Roswell, and I'm making no money.
Dedication: To my friends and family, who listen to hours and hours of my rambling!
Edited as of September 16, 2005.
Michael,
A long time ago, but not to long, you told me; "No more running." Of course, even you couldn't change right away, and you even managed to escape my grasp a few times.
But then it all changed, you changed. I guess you could say you grew into yourself. But that's only one way to say it.
There were many things that stood in our way. Courtney, destiny, your hard head, my anger. I think one day you even said, "Me alien, you human." You always have had a way with words. You told me it would never work out. But of course it did. It had to.
I'm not sure when it started, but we grew closer. Maybe it was the whole Laurie thing.
After Alex died, you became a better boyfriend to me. I know you worry all the time about me, I know you worry that you're not what I need. This, by the way, is very out of character for you, but maybe a welcome difference. You also became a better friend to Max and Isabel. You were always there for Max; you were always making sure Isabel was ok. And you grew some more, even if I was the only one who noticed it.
You were going to stay for me. Leave your planet, Max, and Isabel—you're whole life--behind. Even though you knew that earth-that Roswell was the dark side of the sun for you. When I told you this you said; "I know, but with you next to me, I don't need it. You're my sun. You light up my life. You make every thing around here ok." I can never tell you how much that one gesture meant to me, even if it was overly romantic and made me feel like I was in one of those trashy novels that my mom reads. You were going to stay in a place that you'd been trying to escape since you were brought here. You were going to stay… for me.
Ok, so, you know that I'm not usually this sappy; it's just that things are going great right now. But one day I know they won't be. Because it's you and it's me, and I know that things aren't meant to be easy for us. (Which is of course you're fault, by the way. If you weren't so stubborn!) But... even then, when things are going to hell again, I want you to know that I love you. Because I do.
Love Always,
Maria.
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Maria carefully folded the note, and put it under her mattress where no one would know where it was. Maybe one day she would even get the courage to give it to Michael. She grabbed her bag from her dresser. Time for workShe thought.
She walked out the door with a smile on her face. Michael Guerin. Who would have thought? Oh yeah. Me.
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