AN: Hey. This is something for my English class last year thought I would post it. It's a throwback to season 2 when Ward sees Skye for the first time. As for my other story Regrets of Monsters, I'm getting back into it but I'm not exactly happy with the chapters. I've been editing them for my own sake. Do you want me to post the edited version or should I just continue from where I left off?
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The Light in The Darkness
I deserve it.
That's what I tell myself.
I destroyed the one thing I care about most.
So I deserve it.
The light in my cell switches on, blinding me. I slide off the cot, edging closer to the invisible barrier. Thumps echo as boots meet the steel stairs. They sound lighter than usual. Someone new? As my eyes adjust I turn my gaze towards the approaching figure, and I see her.
Skye.
My heart jumps. After all those promises of never seeing her again, they must be desperate. She's the one who changed everything. But it's not right. This isn't Skye, but a ghost, a shell of who she used to be. Who hasn't changed after everything that happened? After what I did to them.
Our eyes lock, and my chest tightens. Her chocolate eyes had shone as bright as the sun, filled with hope, faith, and light. But these eyes staring back at me, these eyes are darker. Ones that have seen the price of war. The longer our stares remain, I notice something else. A small fault, a flicker showing her true pain. Heartbreak. But that is my fault. She doesn't deserve it.
Her face, it isn't right. No crease lines of her intoxicating smile, no signs of her beautiful laughter, and not a touch of makeup. Nothing. It's a mask, the way a specialist looks. She is no longer my rookie, but the agent she desperately wanted to become. I hoped for her to stay as human as possible. Not strip away the parts of her soul, like Garrett did to me. Her tight lips and deep breaths her way of showing control. One thing we never had around each other.
And her clothes, they're a shadow. The infamous flannel shirt and skin tight jeans are gone. Now black. Dark. Defined muscles stretch the hems of her sleeves. Pieces of May now etched into her soul. Her new Supervising Officer grinding her down, then building her back up. Little does she know it will destroy her before it saves her. A remarkable human conditioned into a perfect soldier. Has she killed? I hope not; then there's no going back.
She's losing who she once was.
The light in the darkness. My light.
But I destroyed it.
I deserve it.
I love her.
But I never deserved her.
"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes."