Fox Mulder;
He lay quietly on the couch, in a hypnotic state, staring relentlessly with no end. The hurt in his eyes was obvious, glowing red with no rest, a tear gently streamed down his right cheek. Overwhelming envisions of his sister haunt him always;
The old, tattered pictures of his family, now gone, sits silently on his side table. Everyday, he'd sit waiting, for memories to alight, so he can be and exist in peace and never return. For him to be with them would be bliss.
He lives his life in sorrow and anguish, his inner spirit full of belief one day he can bring them back, or prove what happened, but in reality, the truth is clear to him.
His humour and attitude just masks for society, so people don't see or feel his heart ache and solitude. He is withdrawn, and a broken, helpless man.
Everyday, he'd wake up and arrive at work, and gaze insistently into the untidily filed X-files. Looking for answers, looking for clues, seemed like the only thing that puzzled him every moment of his unpredictable life. His only glimpse of light is when Scully is along side him, with her confident personality, his only escape to a Moment free of any uncertainties.
Dedication, devotion and commitment, can be found in every case, just waiting to uncover the truths behind all mysteries. He protects people he dearly loves with all his love knowledge and comprehension of the unknown and supernatural theories. Although he's lonely, small existence, meaningless to no one except the strong threat he represents to his enemies, is a dark, nightmare like past.
His true friends, the first to suspect something bizarre or his sudden departure for something more, are the only people who really get him or his force that compels him to do what he does. Although he reserves part of himself hidden away, the dark and restless Mulder, he still portrays an obsessive work hungry being.
His quests to find the unbearable truth which he cannot even handle ceaselessly, to protect the citizens of the world and hopefully be a savior and liberator to complete his visions for the future.
And as he sat, thinking of what could've been, he slowly lowers his head once more, and drifts back into his never-ending dreams, of a perfect healthy life, that could have been. Everything he had accomplished didn't seem enough, in his battle to revive the truth in what could be the end of the existing world.