Disclaimer: Not my characters... but my story (and a line from a movie not mine either)
Summary: They knew being who they were would catch up with them eventually...
Couple: Can you figure it out?
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Eventually Unlucky
Her heart pounded as she entered the white room. The only color there was, was the color of her brilliant green eyes. Her skin was as white as a ghost, for she had not seen the sun in many a year. Her eyes had faded a little but she remembers of long ago and the brilliance shines through. It was bright back in Roswell. She can still feel the hot desert sun sometimes. But she hadn't seen the sun as she hasn't seen him... that day he was ripped away she cried all night. She still cries at night. She remembers his kisses... oh his kisses! Sweet, soft and Passionate. The sweet and spicy taste that would tickle her tongue for hours even after they parted. She misses him like the sun misses the flower in the depths of winter. She has been in the Depths of winter ever since she came here... as she walks down the hallway she has seen all these rooms before. She dare not walk down some hallways thought, for dreadful things happened there. Things she could not speak of. She was allowed one thing when she came here. A picture is what she brought. It's the only thing that keeps her hopes of getting out.. She has tried but has failed many times... she knows he's still alive. She can feel him. She has always been able to. She still remembers everything. All the joy but also the pain. But the joy is what keeps her going. She did see him... about two years ago. It could be longer... she has lost almost all count of time. It only lasted for a second. but by then they had made eye contact and he mouthed "I love you". Those three little words she has longed for forever. Mostly from him. That kept her alive. She had the others for a while. Her best friends. The three musketeers they were. But she lost them too. They're in a different part of the building, she thinks. Maybe they are all alone like she is. But she doesn't know for sure. She maybe the only one along since she was the one that resisted the most. She was the one who had knocked out two guards. She was the one who caused the trouble. But now she doesn't cause any trouble. She has lost that spark. Most of the day she spends her time in the room. It's all white too. A white chair, a white cot, and one pillow. She grabs the pillow and hugs it as she sits in a fetal position on her cot. She cries. She remember him being dragged away... she sobs for all the time they've lost. She will find him some day. Sometimes she can feel him really close, like he is in her room back in Roswell and she can smell the lavender from his bear he gave her. She can hear his tapping on her window. Oh how she wishes for those days! Even back to on and off. At least she would know he would come back to her. She must find him! If she doesn't... she will not live much longer. It has been almost seven years now she thinks. Seven years since she was put in this prison. She was almost twenty-five if she kept time right. She had so many dreams... but unless she gets out, they will never be. Maybe he does visit her. In her dreams. Maybe before they were split up, if they were like her and the other two, his "sister" could've taught him how to dreamwalk. to visit her. They all needed to know how to keep with their other half so they can stay alive. Maybe that is why she dreams of him so often. But it could be just her mind and herself wanting him.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. Who knocks in this place?
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Dun dun dunnn.... Who could it be? Did you guess who it was? More chapters to come... I hope.
Summary: They knew being who they were would catch up with them eventually...
Couple: Can you figure it out?
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Eventually Unlucky
Her heart pounded as she entered the white room. The only color there was, was the color of her brilliant green eyes. Her skin was as white as a ghost, for she had not seen the sun in many a year. Her eyes had faded a little but she remembers of long ago and the brilliance shines through. It was bright back in Roswell. She can still feel the hot desert sun sometimes. But she hadn't seen the sun as she hasn't seen him... that day he was ripped away she cried all night. She still cries at night. She remembers his kisses... oh his kisses! Sweet, soft and Passionate. The sweet and spicy taste that would tickle her tongue for hours even after they parted. She misses him like the sun misses the flower in the depths of winter. She has been in the Depths of winter ever since she came here... as she walks down the hallway she has seen all these rooms before. She dare not walk down some hallways thought, for dreadful things happened there. Things she could not speak of. She was allowed one thing when she came here. A picture is what she brought. It's the only thing that keeps her hopes of getting out.. She has tried but has failed many times... she knows he's still alive. She can feel him. She has always been able to. She still remembers everything. All the joy but also the pain. But the joy is what keeps her going. She did see him... about two years ago. It could be longer... she has lost almost all count of time. It only lasted for a second. but by then they had made eye contact and he mouthed "I love you". Those three little words she has longed for forever. Mostly from him. That kept her alive. She had the others for a while. Her best friends. The three musketeers they were. But she lost them too. They're in a different part of the building, she thinks. Maybe they are all alone like she is. But she doesn't know for sure. She maybe the only one along since she was the one that resisted the most. She was the one who had knocked out two guards. She was the one who caused the trouble. But now she doesn't cause any trouble. She has lost that spark. Most of the day she spends her time in the room. It's all white too. A white chair, a white cot, and one pillow. She grabs the pillow and hugs it as she sits in a fetal position on her cot. She cries. She remember him being dragged away... she sobs for all the time they've lost. She will find him some day. Sometimes she can feel him really close, like he is in her room back in Roswell and she can smell the lavender from his bear he gave her. She can hear his tapping on her window. Oh how she wishes for those days! Even back to on and off. At least she would know he would come back to her. She must find him! If she doesn't... she will not live much longer. It has been almost seven years now she thinks. Seven years since she was put in this prison. She was almost twenty-five if she kept time right. She had so many dreams... but unless she gets out, they will never be. Maybe he does visit her. In her dreams. Maybe before they were split up, if they were like her and the other two, his "sister" could've taught him how to dreamwalk. to visit her. They all needed to know how to keep with their other half so they can stay alive. Maybe that is why she dreams of him so often. But it could be just her mind and herself wanting him.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. Who knocks in this place?
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Dun dun dunnn.... Who could it be? Did you guess who it was? More chapters to come... I hope.