A little ficlet, written cause I hated the fact that Reese dies in the
movie. Please R&R!
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I remember the first time I saw her. It was only a picture, faded and torn, the look in her eyes seeming to haunt me more than I would realise. I saw every line and every curve, and it spoke to me. I feel like I know more about her than about anyone else.
Time is really an odd sort of thing. I've come through it, feeling the pain, and here I am, with one purpose only, to find and save her.
The whole prospect is rather frightening, I'm scared to death because I might screw up; she might die under my care, and I can't live with myself, I couldn't live with myself if I knew what had happened.
Her eyes are bluer than I though, her hair is blonder than I thought. I look down at myself, and all I see is cold; cold heart cool hands and what must be a stone cold heart. She's cracked through it, and I've never even met her. She looks at me as if she is seeing a man instead of a fear, instead of all the pain and horror that I represent.
It's colder than it looks outside, and she's asleep, lying in my arms, not realising what is going on inside my head; what her very presence is doing to my heart. She makes me happy, and all I've done is save her life. It's not much, we do it to each other all the time.
She trusts me, and she doesn't even know me. I'm not sure what that means, but if I was young and stupid, I would believe in the concept of soulmate. If I was older and stupid I would believe that it was just my body reacting to a beautiful woman. But I'm just me, and I'm in love.
I've said some things that maybe I shouldn't have said, but that doesn't matter know, because they are out there, hovering in the air, floating up and out and what is she doing?
I don't think I've ever been quite as happy, and I think I know. I think I do.
I'm going to die here, I am. I know that, I'm really quite certain now. She keeps fighting, she keeps fighting.
Loved enough for a lifetime? Too bad one lifetime isn't enough.
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I remember the first time I saw her. It was only a picture, faded and torn, the look in her eyes seeming to haunt me more than I would realise. I saw every line and every curve, and it spoke to me. I feel like I know more about her than about anyone else.
Time is really an odd sort of thing. I've come through it, feeling the pain, and here I am, with one purpose only, to find and save her.
The whole prospect is rather frightening, I'm scared to death because I might screw up; she might die under my care, and I can't live with myself, I couldn't live with myself if I knew what had happened.
Her eyes are bluer than I though, her hair is blonder than I thought. I look down at myself, and all I see is cold; cold heart cool hands and what must be a stone cold heart. She's cracked through it, and I've never even met her. She looks at me as if she is seeing a man instead of a fear, instead of all the pain and horror that I represent.
It's colder than it looks outside, and she's asleep, lying in my arms, not realising what is going on inside my head; what her very presence is doing to my heart. She makes me happy, and all I've done is save her life. It's not much, we do it to each other all the time.
She trusts me, and she doesn't even know me. I'm not sure what that means, but if I was young and stupid, I would believe in the concept of soulmate. If I was older and stupid I would believe that it was just my body reacting to a beautiful woman. But I'm just me, and I'm in love.
I've said some things that maybe I shouldn't have said, but that doesn't matter know, because they are out there, hovering in the air, floating up and out and what is she doing?
I don't think I've ever been quite as happy, and I think I know. I think I do.
I'm going to die here, I am. I know that, I'm really quite certain now. She keeps fighting, she keeps fighting.
Loved enough for a lifetime? Too bad one lifetime isn't enough.