Author: JohnnyPickAlot
Title: El amor es para siempre Love is forever
Rating: PG-13 to R for language, adult situations, and sexual content.
Disclaimer: I do not own OUATIM and/or the characters from the movie, so don't sue me. Any characters you do not recognize are owned by me and I completely fictional.
Summary Sands is in a state of depression. His life is nothing, and his love is about to die. But before, he dies of guilt and sadness...he has a story to tell us.
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Ch. 1

CIA Agent Sands' dreams were abruptly ceased as he woke up in the overstuffed chair. His hand rose to his head as a great pain made him cower over. Slowly, he massaged his temple as he stood up and stretched.

"What did I drink last night?" He muttered to himself.

Once again, he was welcomed by the black darkness. Even though he was awake, he couldn't see a thing. Realization struck him hard and he couldn't help but scowl.

He was blind. He had no eyes...and no life. And the only connection to the real world, the love of his life was about to die.
If he was able, he would be crying his heart out. Yes, he was supposed to be the cold hearted, evil minded, psychotic, 'do-anything-that-is-necessary' CIA Agent.
This was true at one time, but then he met her.

Christine Johnson was one of the best CIA Agents at the agency in Miami. She was due to transfer to California after 8 years of working at Florida. She was supposed to be assigned her partner on the plane ride and meet up with him/her after the flight. Chris was really giddy as she got off the private jet. The wind from the late fall day, made her hair go wild in the afternoon sun.

Sands remembered driving up in his black Lexus and seeing her by the plane's staircase. His foot almost slipped on the pedal in surprise. She had short brown almost black hair styled in to a slick bob. She had caramel colored skin with a slight golden glow. She wore black leather pants and a white baby tee with the word's across it, "I'm gonna stick a hot fry in your eye!" A smirk grew across Sands' face as he read the statement.

He drove next to the group she was standing with and parked.
Sands' flashback ended as he remembered her walking over to the car smiling.

Sands tried to stifle a sob as he realized where he was. He was in Chris' room, 214, in Chuckaberry Hospital. Quietly, he sat back down and leaned back. Then, he leaned forward and searched for her hand. He winced slightly at how cold she was. Sands slowly raised her hands to his lips and kissed it softly.

"Why do you have to leave me?"