Title: Circumstances
Author: gophish
Rating: PG-13
Classification: stream of consciousness, drama, angst
Summary: Say perchance that…
Spoilers: through "The Coup"
Disclaimer: i don't own any of these characters, i only peer inside their complex minds…
Distribution: just ask : elreeder@comcast.net
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Say perchance that:
The moon was in ARIES; the wind blew fierce as Sydney sat on the steps outside her house sipping Chai Tea cupped in both hands.
you feel alone and helpless at times. the more you sit here gazing up at the Los Angeles sky, the more you realize how isolated you truly are. always been one to pride yourself on independence, personal enthusiast, yet those in your life that know you know only the selective Sydney Bristow, the woman outside of the charm and charisma. selective in placing those that know you in categorized segments of your personal life, and unwittingly thrust into balancing those whom you're familiar with and those you work with. neither of these powerful forces coexist, leaving you trapped inside yourself, unsure of your own emotions. who needs emotions? you wish that you could.
open the door and walk inside. the room is cold, crypt-like, with no one here to keep you company. the music is still playing. you set your tea on the counter and fumble towards the stereo. no sense in changing it now. lay on the couch. this time you gaze up at the ceiling thinking…
Sydney Bristow has always been a true inspiration to humanity.
think of those that have put you to the point where you are lying down on your lonely couch in your lonely house. the sacrifices made and the tears that at times seemed endless. lost in your boredom; you haven't been bored for quite some time. this is my grief for you, for only the loss of you, the hurting of you. you wonder how cold it is in Boston. wonder if it's snowing again. seems like ages since you've seen snow. those West Virginia winters.
you sit up as the music stops. 10:28 pm. wonder if you should go to bed, but think of how nice a glass of wine would be. you've been working on the 1994 bottle of Ecco Domani for about a week. a glass or two left. make your way into the kitchen, open the cabinet, pour. that first sip sends a spark through your body, a rush. the room warms. heading back to the couch you press play once again. i do think that women could make politics irrelevant…the phone rings. "Hello?"
"Hey, Syd. It's me."