Title: A Letter Never Mailed
Author: Innabyne (innabyne2001@yahoo.com
Spoilers: Up to "The Telling" Category: Angst, Rating: G Summary: An unmailed letter from the Other Woman. Written before Sydney's reappearance. Disclaimer: Nope, they're not mine. Unfortunately, they belong to JJ Abrams. **********************************************************************
Dear Sydney~
Do you know that though we'll never meet, I'm more jealous of you than I've ever been in my life? You've cast this shadow that I'm standing in; a shadow so long and so tall. I've taken up your shadow, cloaked myself in it, so that maybe by pretending, I'll be able to make him happy, be able to convince him that he wants me, if he can't have you.
I'm sitting here now, at my desk, writing this to you. My husband, Michael, has just returned from another trip to find you; another false hope, another crack in his broken heart. He'll grab any chance in the wind to chase after you; even after two years, he still smells you on the breeze. He still feels you in the sunshine.
I know you almost better than myself sometimes. I've grown used to trying to be you. But I can't live up to the legend you've left behind. I don't measure up. He still cries your name at night, when his demons chase through his dreams. And it's your name he calls in throes of passion.
But I won't leave, and I won't give up. Because I understand him. Like him, I'm holding on to someone I can't really have. Except the man I can't have, I'm already married to.
Since I met him, I've dreamed of him feeling something for me too. I've dreamed that if I were to leave, to disappear without a trace, that he'd hold on that tight to me too. But I know that that won't happen. Because even though I've got the wedding band, and I've got the name, I'll always be the "other woman" to him.
Sincerely,
The Other Woman
Spoilers: Up to "The Telling" Category: Angst, Rating: G Summary: An unmailed letter from the Other Woman. Written before Sydney's reappearance. Disclaimer: Nope, they're not mine. Unfortunately, they belong to JJ Abrams. **********************************************************************
Dear Sydney~
Do you know that though we'll never meet, I'm more jealous of you than I've ever been in my life? You've cast this shadow that I'm standing in; a shadow so long and so tall. I've taken up your shadow, cloaked myself in it, so that maybe by pretending, I'll be able to make him happy, be able to convince him that he wants me, if he can't have you.
I'm sitting here now, at my desk, writing this to you. My husband, Michael, has just returned from another trip to find you; another false hope, another crack in his broken heart. He'll grab any chance in the wind to chase after you; even after two years, he still smells you on the breeze. He still feels you in the sunshine.
I know you almost better than myself sometimes. I've grown used to trying to be you. But I can't live up to the legend you've left behind. I don't measure up. He still cries your name at night, when his demons chase through his dreams. And it's your name he calls in throes of passion.
But I won't leave, and I won't give up. Because I understand him. Like him, I'm holding on to someone I can't really have. Except the man I can't have, I'm already married to.
Since I met him, I've dreamed of him feeling something for me too. I've dreamed that if I were to leave, to disappear without a trace, that he'd hold on that tight to me too. But I know that that won't happen. Because even though I've got the wedding band, and I've got the name, I'll always be the "other woman" to him.
Sincerely,
The Other Woman