You're dead.
At least that's what everyone believes.
But I know better, I know you better. I know that unless they find your body that you're still alive. And still running.
God. You said it would get easier. But you're wrong. It never gets easier. I'm still looking over my shoulder; because good intentions or not – I betrayed the Agency, I betrayed my job, my friends, and my country.
All for you.
And I think…. I think I would do it again. I don't know why either. It's obvious that you still don't remember me. Even after all these years you still don't remember. I guess I can't really blame you. I mean, our relationship was based off of one thing – sex. Or at least that's what it started off as.
But then I fucked up. I grew attached. I started to love you. And then you got that mission. To kill Wombosi. Of all the times to get a conscience and you chose that mission. But I won't say that I'm not satisfied. I think the fact that you refused to kill needlessly made me love you even more. But you had forgotten about me, about everything.
And you moved on.
Marie, how I hated her; and envied her. She got to be with you. The real you; if only for a short time. Time I would have killed for. I hated her for what her death did to you. It turned you back into that killer. The Jason Bourne that the world knows. But this time something was different. You had a purpose, an intent, a drive, a need for revenge and yet you still refused to assassinate people. Marie's death also granted me one thing that made me forgive her. It gave me another chance to see you. For that, I am thankful.
You disappeared for a time. I thought you were gone for good. Once again I was surprised and proven wrong. I saw you again. Just as quickly as you came; you were gone. We were both running.
I saw you on TV. You're dead. But I know better. So for now, I just wait. And hope. It's the only thing that keeps me from breaking down. I can't go on for much longer without you. I know that you're out there. I also know that no one will find you if you don't want them to find you. So I wait. And I keep running. I hope that you find me before they do.
It looks like they found me. The door's open. It's no use to run. They most likely have the building surrounded.
He's here. I'm going to die. I just regret that I couldn't see you one last time; hear your voice one more time; feel your arms around me just one more time.
"I'm back"
I know that voice.
I know these arms.
I know these lips.
"And I remember everything."
AN: I just saw the Bourne Ultimatum and a certain conversation between Bourne and Nicky stuck in my head. So I wrote this to satisfy the creative bug that bites me once in a great while.