a/n: this is my first Bourne fanfic. I love the character, the novels, movies, and all of ludlum's work. I hope you like it too. Please r&r.
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I'll never stop loving you, Marie. I can't think of a day that goes by that I don't think of you. I won't, can't forget the way I felt when we were together. I lived a life on the run, but when I was with you, I felt at home. You make me feel warm, alive, more than a killer. Before I met you I felt cold. Now that you are gone I am cold again.
When I met you, I knew you were like a match. You were the spark that started the fire that I once was. You weren't just a match, you were like firewood, to keep fueling my love for you. Now my firewood is gone. Now I am just a dying ember.
They took you away from me but they couldn't take away my memory. I will never forget what it felt like to be lit, I will never forget this match. Without this memory I would be burnt out. The memory of you is all that keeps me going, the thought that I will see you again. You are like the gentle breath of wind that coaxes the fire to stay alive.
Now a new fire burns in me, not of love or passion, but of hate. The desire for revenge. This feeling of loss is greater than any physical wound. I sometimes would feel better dead. Out of my cold shell a new feeling emerges, compassion. I don't want others to feel this horrible loss. Knowing that this happens to others makes it burn hotter in me.
Minutes ago I would have felt better dead. For once, I feel purpose. I have a true mission. Not a mission from superiors, not a file of paperwork, but a true mission. A mission from the heart.
Now I look up in the mirror, at myself. I don't look at this person in the mirror as me, I am like a spectator now. This new person can do more than I could ever do. I am weaker because I have no purpose. This man has purpose, and I know he will succeed. If you could see this man, you would root for him. If you knew his struggle.
I look into the mirror with a new resolve, throw away my paper towel, and walk out. I have been born again.
Bourne Again.
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a/n: well, i hoped you liked it. if you had someone in your life, you might understand. please r&r.