A PAST REVISITED
The lone figure stood, unmoving, like a statue. He seemed to be oblivious to everything around him. Yet even statues, like mountains yielded to the awesome forces of nature. Nothing was absolute. Even monoliths get weathered someday. They change and adapt. They survive. Special Agent Ronald Sandoval was a prime example of a survivor.
It was amazing how someone capable of such callousness could also be so gentle and tender at the same time. With great care, Ron knelt down and placed a single rose on his wife's grave. Dee Dee didn't have a favourite flower but she respected the rose the most. It was a tribute to Mother Nature in a way - for creating a flower both beautiful and deadly. He came here religiously on two important dates. The first was the day he betrayed his wife and their marriage vows. The second was the day she died. He didn't kill Dee Dee, not directly anyway, but he felt responsible for it. Ron had so much to say to her but she was dead and he wasn't. Could she forgive him for all he had done to her? All this time he had been trying to make it up to her, hoping for forgiveness and redemption. For one moment he felt like John Proctor from The Crucible. He could not help doing the things he did. He had to. The things he had to do to survive...
Ron caressed the letters of her name on the tombstone and quietly recited a poem that was strangely apropos for their situation:
If I don't see you on judgement day
I know you've gone the other way
I will not cry
I will not weep
There is a promise I have yet to keep
You are my soul
My other half
The one I cannot do without
And this I will gladly do for you:
To prove to you my love is true
I'd even go to hell for you.
Ron stood up and brushed the dirt off his pants. He couldn't stay here any longer - duty called.
Special Agent Ronald Sandoval walked away and never looked back. He didn't have to; he knew Ron would return here again. Nothing could stop Ron, husband to Dee Dee from coming back to see his wife. Nothing.
The one formerly known as Dee Dee Sandoval stepped out of the shadows as she watched Sandoval's retreating back. Dee Dee knew it was stupid and dangerous of her just being there but she had to. She had to see Ron, her husband, not Sandoval, the cold-hearted Taelon lackey. She still loved him although he had hurt her so much.
As Sandoval disappeared into the horizon, Dee Dee completed the poem Ron had recited earlier.
If I don't see you on judgement day
I know you've gone the other way
The tears I weep cannot explain
The hate I feel for the secrets we are forced to keep
You have done me a great wrong
My dark, fallen angel
Yet love transcends all
So hold on, my love
Forgiveness and redemption are at hand
No matter how long you take
I will forever wait for you.
The cemetery was a place people went to relive their past - with their loved ones that were no longer alive. It was in this very place that Dee Dee and Ron Sandoval existed, not the present. In the present Dee Dee survived as Annet Sommers and Ron survived as Agent Sandoval.
Dee Dee sighed. She had to go. After all Annet Sommers had a life to lead.
The lone figure stood, unmoving, like a statue. He seemed to be oblivious to everything around him. Yet even statues, like mountains yielded to the awesome forces of nature. Nothing was absolute. Even monoliths get weathered someday. They change and adapt. They survive. Special Agent Ronald Sandoval was a prime example of a survivor.
It was amazing how someone capable of such callousness could also be so gentle and tender at the same time. With great care, Ron knelt down and placed a single rose on his wife's grave. Dee Dee didn't have a favourite flower but she respected the rose the most. It was a tribute to Mother Nature in a way - for creating a flower both beautiful and deadly. He came here religiously on two important dates. The first was the day he betrayed his wife and their marriage vows. The second was the day she died. He didn't kill Dee Dee, not directly anyway, but he felt responsible for it. Ron had so much to say to her but she was dead and he wasn't. Could she forgive him for all he had done to her? All this time he had been trying to make it up to her, hoping for forgiveness and redemption. For one moment he felt like John Proctor from The Crucible. He could not help doing the things he did. He had to. The things he had to do to survive...
Ron caressed the letters of her name on the tombstone and quietly recited a poem that was strangely apropos for their situation:
If I don't see you on judgement day
I know you've gone the other way
I will not cry
I will not weep
There is a promise I have yet to keep
You are my soul
My other half
The one I cannot do without
And this I will gladly do for you:
To prove to you my love is true
I'd even go to hell for you.
Ron stood up and brushed the dirt off his pants. He couldn't stay here any longer - duty called.
Special Agent Ronald Sandoval walked away and never looked back. He didn't have to; he knew Ron would return here again. Nothing could stop Ron, husband to Dee Dee from coming back to see his wife. Nothing.
The one formerly known as Dee Dee Sandoval stepped out of the shadows as she watched Sandoval's retreating back. Dee Dee knew it was stupid and dangerous of her just being there but she had to. She had to see Ron, her husband, not Sandoval, the cold-hearted Taelon lackey. She still loved him although he had hurt her so much.
As Sandoval disappeared into the horizon, Dee Dee completed the poem Ron had recited earlier.
If I don't see you on judgement day
I know you've gone the other way
The tears I weep cannot explain
The hate I feel for the secrets we are forced to keep
You have done me a great wrong
My dark, fallen angel
Yet love transcends all
So hold on, my love
Forgiveness and redemption are at hand
No matter how long you take
I will forever wait for you.
The cemetery was a place people went to relive their past - with their loved ones that were no longer alive. It was in this very place that Dee Dee and Ron Sandoval existed, not the present. In the present Dee Dee survived as Annet Sommers and Ron survived as Agent Sandoval.
Dee Dee sighed. She had to go. After all Annet Sommers had a life to lead.