A/N: This idea would not leave me alone. I don't know why, but it was haunting me! I had to do it! Warning, this is a sad, depressing story that will possibly make you all think I am an evil bitch. This will probably be 2 chapters. First one in Sara's POV, the second in Nicks. This is not a happy story; this is also a very different angst from my other stories. I'm currently working on a way to make a happy ending, but, well, due to the nature of this story, I'm not sure I can! Well, please review!
--Emily—
Disclaimer: anything you recognize, I don't own. They song is "You were Mine" by The Dixie Chicks.
The rain is steadily coming down, matching my mood perfectly. I saw him today, at the mall, with her hanging on his arm. I know things have changed, he has moved on. But I just can't let go, I see no reason to. Even if we are separated, which we both agreed on. I wrap my arms tighter around myself. He looked so happy with her, his new love. She was perfect for him. Nick was happy with her. No one at the lab would dare admit that out loud, but I think they all know it.
I know I should just let go, but still, I can still find a reason to keep holding on to the hope it will work out. I had every reason to hate him, for what he did, moving on so fast. He hadn't even moved out yet! But, still, I could forgive him; I would gladly take him back. Life just wasn't worth it without Nick by my side.
Sometimes, in the middle of the night, I would wake up to find tears streaming down my face. I have found myself calling for him, calling his name in my sleep. Why did she have to take him? He was mine for so many years, yet it took him such a short amount of time to find someone else.
I I look down at the photo album on my lap. I had taken out the pictures of our wedding day, when we were still so in love. We're both smiling in them. I remember that day, the day I became Sara Stokes. I never thought I would go back to Sara Sidle, but now, that seems inevitable. The pictures have started to fade, just like our love I guess.
I wish this were all a dream, or a joke. That Nick would walk through the front door, smile and pull me close. Whisper in my ear, telling me how much he loves me. I wish he would come back, shouting, "just kidding! She's not real. I'm home for good." But its not a dream, nor is this a joke. It's the cruel reality of life.
You would think that as time went on, I would stop crying at night and calling outhis name in my sleep. But it's been a month. And it's just become worse. I bight my lip in anger. Who does this chick think she is anyways? Coming in and stealing my husband when we were trying to work things out. Well, at least I think we were trying to work it out. I'm not sure of anything anymore.
I had two good reasons for him to come back. Our children. Adam was two, Mandy four. And neither knows why Daddy isn't here, why he hasn't been coming home. I still haven't answered them, for truthfully, I cant. I just don't know how to tell them that the Daddy they look up to has left.
It's late, time for me to go to bed. Where I'm sure I will wake up crying, or screaming out his name. It seems to happen every night. Ever since he left at least. How can I not, he was mine for so long.
At the lab, it is horrible. I don't think he knows how hard it is to walk down those halls every day and see the looks people give me. I hear the whispers that surround me. And then there are those times when I see him, sometimes with her. And I run. I run past the lab rooms, past the people who I know. When the divorce is final, I'm moving. I can't stay in this town anymore. I can't be near him; it brings back to many memories.
I wipe a tear from my eye as I stare out the window of the house we shared for five years. I can just imagine him now, curled up with her, warm and happy. I wish more then anything I could be mad at Nick, and hate him. But it's impossible. All I can do is remember when he was mine.
Sometimes I Wake Up Crying At Night
And Sometimes I Scream Out Your Name
What Right Does She Have To Take You Away
When For So Long, You Were Mine
A/N: Ok, I don't know if this sucks or not. All I know is that it was hard to write, to think of Nick as a bad guy. Next chapter will be in Nicks POV. That is if you want a next chapter. I might just take it down if it sucks enough. Well, please review!
Emily--