I ADORE Tony and Michelle. They are the perfect for eachother. I am soo heartbroken for Tony, especially after the finale of 7 :'(
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His fingers lightly brushed the spot on his cheek that would forever burn red hot. A monument to the last time he had felt Michelle's lips. The last time her soft breath had made him weak-kneed. It had been the last moment of his perfect, fairy tale life. He held tight to this last token of who he used to be. It was a constant, throbbing reminder to what he had lost.
He could still hear her voice in his head exactly how she sounded in life telling him that this was the wrong thing to do. Her voice when she was mad at him. He could hear her almost as loud as he could hear the explosion that had taken her from him in a split second. That sound that marked the beginning of the end.
The sweet scent of her passion flower shampoo was forever combined in his brain with the acrid smell of smoke and gasoline. He wished he could separate the pleasant smells of her life from the acrid scents of her death but they were intertwined forever in his brain. If he concentrated he could almost remember the smell of her skin after a day on the beach during their honeymoon, almost, but not quite.
A constant slide show ran behind his eyes, screenshots of their life together. He saw the day she came to work at CTU, their first kiss, their wedding and they moment they agreed to leave CTU. He could see the privet moments of their life and the stolen moments at work. The life he had lost, black and white images of the future that had been stolen. Popping up again and again however, was the picture of her lying, beautiful still in death, on their front lawn. The vivid colors making it seem like a cartoon seen from far away.
He could taste her sweet, soft kisses still lingering on his lips. It kept at bay, at least for a while, the taste of bile that filled his mouth when ever he thought of the day his heart stopped beating. His heart had beaten only for her and now, she was gone. He could taste the bitter regret that haunted him everyday. He should have stopped her, saved her, saved them.
Revenge was not an emotion. He didn't know what it was other then a light at the end of the dark tunnel in which he was stuck. It simply kept his heart beating now that Michelle no longer could. He often thought about how much more alive he had been when Michell was the one he lived for. His hand fell from his cheek. Vaguely, as he entered the warehouse, he wondered what would keep his heart beating once Alan Wilson was dead.