Okay! Here's the third installment in the 'Ink' series. I'm afraid I
wrote it a bit too sappy, but it's too late now. Lol. I kinda hinted to
some stuff about Liz in here because I was thinking I would write a series
for Max and Liz also. I'm not sure yet. Anyways. here goes!
Disclaimer! I own nothing having to do with Roswell, the place, the show,
the books, or characters, etc. Just this amusing 'letters through time'
idea.
effie.
Maria,
I used to think time apart helped. If we separated and had time to think individually and sort things out, things would end up safer. But I can't let you leave with this between us. If you leave now, angry as you are, you might become comfortable with being away from me. and I don't think I could bear that.
I want you to come back. I want us to fall back into the life we adore and appreciate. I want us to concentrate on the monthly Sunday dinners with your mother and Jim and raising Christina and Logan and Lonnie. I want to return to your reassuring voice and arms after a tiring day at work. I want to fall asleep hearing you sing. I want you to fill my weekends with family activities and stories of what the children did all week. I want to be surprised with phone calls from you and the kids during the day. I want to find myself daydreaming at work about us. I want to see your smile every day when you wake up and when I come home. I want to hear you say my name like it's as important as a prayer in that amazed way you do after we make love.
I'm prepared to tell you I love you, to tell you I'm sorry, as many times as I can. Just please come back. I know you have to go. I know you have to be there for Liz while she's going through the operation but please don't stay there indefinitely because of the things I said.
I panicked. For years I've had nightmares of the FBI coming after me, and Max and Isabel, and then you. I've had nightmares of them coming after the people you love and I'd have to see you crying and scared, powerless to stop it. Then it was the children. Those have been the most recent nightmares. Waking up in a cold sweat because they captured or killed our babies and I couldn't protect them and save you from the pain. Every night it just looks more real to me. I panicked at the thought that those nightmares could become reality.
I know you're right. We have to teach the kids about their powers and who to trust. I panicked, I'm sorry. I just don't want to lose any of you again.
So please come home to us.
Love,
Michael Guerin.
effie.
Maria,
I used to think time apart helped. If we separated and had time to think individually and sort things out, things would end up safer. But I can't let you leave with this between us. If you leave now, angry as you are, you might become comfortable with being away from me. and I don't think I could bear that.
I want you to come back. I want us to fall back into the life we adore and appreciate. I want us to concentrate on the monthly Sunday dinners with your mother and Jim and raising Christina and Logan and Lonnie. I want to return to your reassuring voice and arms after a tiring day at work. I want to fall asleep hearing you sing. I want you to fill my weekends with family activities and stories of what the children did all week. I want to be surprised with phone calls from you and the kids during the day. I want to find myself daydreaming at work about us. I want to see your smile every day when you wake up and when I come home. I want to hear you say my name like it's as important as a prayer in that amazed way you do after we make love.
I'm prepared to tell you I love you, to tell you I'm sorry, as many times as I can. Just please come back. I know you have to go. I know you have to be there for Liz while she's going through the operation but please don't stay there indefinitely because of the things I said.
I panicked. For years I've had nightmares of the FBI coming after me, and Max and Isabel, and then you. I've had nightmares of them coming after the people you love and I'd have to see you crying and scared, powerless to stop it. Then it was the children. Those have been the most recent nightmares. Waking up in a cold sweat because they captured or killed our babies and I couldn't protect them and save you from the pain. Every night it just looks more real to me. I panicked at the thought that those nightmares could become reality.
I know you're right. We have to teach the kids about their powers and who to trust. I panicked, I'm sorry. I just don't want to lose any of you again.
So please come home to us.
Love,
Michael Guerin.