By The Light of My Dreams
Summary: Set in the future, horrific things have happened to the Scooby gang and has resulted in them splitting up.Now they come back together, one last time...
Distribution: Sure take it, just e-mail the url afterwards.
Disclaimer: Not mine lol I wish they were!
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"Don't do it."
I looked over. He was standing in the dark, his face obscured by the shadows, slumped against the walls with his hands in his pockets...I may not have been able to see him but I could recognise that voice anywhere, my heart leaped into my throat. An explosion of questions raced through my head; was it really him? Had he really come back? My hands shook even harder as he slowly walked forward into the lamplight. He looked so different, so much older. I guess the past few months aged him, I think it aged us all. I wavered slightly on the bridge railings, after what seemed like an ice age, I cautiously stepped back down onto the pavement, waiting to hear what else he had to say.
His deep brown eyes gazed at me with that same old intensity...it was that look that made me fall in love with him, that look that sent a million chills running up and down my spine. I shuddered and tears slid down my face as I remembered how it used to be between us. I can't change what happened though, I can't take it back. No matter how much I wish I could.
I turned back around to the bridge and stared down into the dark watery depths. They seemed to beckon me, to call out to me in a soft voice, beneath the constant, steady swish of water against rocks. I saw my reflection staring back, I almost couldn't recognise myself. I had changed so much, just like he had. My once short, pixie-style, red hair had grown long again, though it hadn't been brushed in weeks. My cheeks had grown sallow; my eyes looked dead and empty with deep black circles underneath them. My complexion had turned from a clear china-doll white, to an almost translucent pale. I looked sick. I admit that, I don't think I had eaten a good meal in 2 weeks.
I closed my eyes and felt the wind on my face, drops of rain began to fall...mingling with my tears. I could hear him coming closer. I could barely breathe; panic seemed to race through my veins, gripping my pounding heart so tightly.
"Don't do it." He repeated. I could feel his breath against my skin, his hand smoothing my cheeks, just like they used to. I opened my eyes and stared at him; trying to will myself some strength. Somehow he always managed to strip away any control I had over my emotions. His soft brown hair, a lot longer than it used to be, fell over his face as he stared back into my eyes. I brought my quivering hand up and brushed it away, still in disbelief that he had returned to me.
"Why?" I whispered. It was barely audible but he heard me. He always heard me. My heart pounded as I awaited his answer. He swallowed a few times and chewed his lip...I could tell he was just as nervous as I was. It must have been hard for him to come back, back to all of the memories that still lingered here….
tbc....