For The Night
Author- Alias_addict
Feedback- I'll love you forever
Distribution: Fine just give credit where its due...
Disclaimer- Its mine! ALL MINE! No it all belongs to those evil ABC
monkies...
Summary- Angst,
Rating- These earthling customs baffle me.
A/n- I got bored. So sue me.
Dedicated to everyone who read it before and all the pink bunnies
"'It's like the mist is what's pretty, ya know? All gold and silver...too bad it can't stay like that all the time...' 'Nothing gold can stay.'"-Newfound Glory, Hit or Miss
The light cast a warm glow on the soft blue room and radiated the sunrise back onto the bed in which I have slept the night. When I wake up it's still slightly dark, but there is an orange glow shifting around the room. It's the most beautiful thing I've seen in almost a year. The hotel room is lit with only candles, and has a huge window leading out to the porch which faces the east horizon. The sun is rising and reflects into the room. The light rays warm the room and for a second I almost forget who I am. This is the perfection of the moment. My mother taught me something when I was little. I had this stuffed dog. I think I named him Rex. Rex was my confident. I slept with him and brought him everywhere. Then one day I brought him to the beach. I was so sure, so damn confident that he could swim. That's how much I wanted him to be real. Little did I know there was nothing to be real in my lifetime. But as a child, so innocent, so oblivious to everything, I wanted Rex to swim so badly I threw him into the ocean. I can still remember the little face, bobbing up and down as the current brought him away from shore. I cried for hours. My parents were never big comforters. They believed in everything as a lesson. The mistakes you make now are the things you will learn from later, they told me. Every experience foretells it's consequence. I didn't understand this. Just yelled at my parents and cried a lot. On the drive back, my mother said something to me that I have not forgotten since: Nothing perfect lasts forever. The phrase that dictates my life. It was a month after that incident that my mother died. Died and became an enemy of the united states. Nothing perfect lasts forever. My mother's goodbye. And this now, so beautiful, so insanely perfect. You find a moment like this and rarely enjoy it. You just wait for the glass to break and the illusion to be shattered. Then you run away. I can hardly imagine something taking away all of this. The serenity of it is something that I rarely have. Just blissful silence, unsurpassable beauty. I looked over towards the balcony at the sun rising in the mist. As I look over, I see the man lying beside me. His face is relaxed, and he looks happier then I have ever seen him. A soft smile stretches across his sleeping face. The sun's rays dance their way across his body, finally resting on his closed eyes. He looks blissful lying here beside me, and for one moment, one flawless moment, this seems so real, so perfect, I almost am tempted to slip back under the covers and let sleep find me again. Then the glass breaks and the man turns back into my handler, a man I have sworn not to touch, sworn not to attach to, sworn not to love. Three more lies that weave themself into the half circle of hell I call a life. I pull on clothing quickly, trying not to watch him sleep, his beautiful face resting in utter elation. I can't remember last night at all, and my throbbing headache may have something to do with it. All I know is that I just woke up in a bed with my handler. Michael Vaughn. I'm not even supposed to look at him. When all my things are packed up, I pause at the door. I turn and take a picture of him sleeping. There will be a time when I need this. As I leave the hotel, I know I will pay for this night. Nothing perfect lasts forever. Then I take one last look at him, so beautiful, so perfect, and I almost love this man, almost let myself love this man. Then I leave. At the reception desk on the way out, I give the receptionist the message. When Michael Vaughn wakes up, he will have another woman beside him. How I would kill to be that woman.
A/n- I got bored. So sue me.
Dedicated to everyone who read it before and all the pink bunnies
"'It's like the mist is what's pretty, ya know? All gold and silver...too bad it can't stay like that all the time...' 'Nothing gold can stay.'"-Newfound Glory, Hit or Miss
The light cast a warm glow on the soft blue room and radiated the sunrise back onto the bed in which I have slept the night. When I wake up it's still slightly dark, but there is an orange glow shifting around the room. It's the most beautiful thing I've seen in almost a year. The hotel room is lit with only candles, and has a huge window leading out to the porch which faces the east horizon. The sun is rising and reflects into the room. The light rays warm the room and for a second I almost forget who I am. This is the perfection of the moment. My mother taught me something when I was little. I had this stuffed dog. I think I named him Rex. Rex was my confident. I slept with him and brought him everywhere. Then one day I brought him to the beach. I was so sure, so damn confident that he could swim. That's how much I wanted him to be real. Little did I know there was nothing to be real in my lifetime. But as a child, so innocent, so oblivious to everything, I wanted Rex to swim so badly I threw him into the ocean. I can still remember the little face, bobbing up and down as the current brought him away from shore. I cried for hours. My parents were never big comforters. They believed in everything as a lesson. The mistakes you make now are the things you will learn from later, they told me. Every experience foretells it's consequence. I didn't understand this. Just yelled at my parents and cried a lot. On the drive back, my mother said something to me that I have not forgotten since: Nothing perfect lasts forever. The phrase that dictates my life. It was a month after that incident that my mother died. Died and became an enemy of the united states. Nothing perfect lasts forever. My mother's goodbye. And this now, so beautiful, so insanely perfect. You find a moment like this and rarely enjoy it. You just wait for the glass to break and the illusion to be shattered. Then you run away. I can hardly imagine something taking away all of this. The serenity of it is something that I rarely have. Just blissful silence, unsurpassable beauty. I looked over towards the balcony at the sun rising in the mist. As I look over, I see the man lying beside me. His face is relaxed, and he looks happier then I have ever seen him. A soft smile stretches across his sleeping face. The sun's rays dance their way across his body, finally resting on his closed eyes. He looks blissful lying here beside me, and for one moment, one flawless moment, this seems so real, so perfect, I almost am tempted to slip back under the covers and let sleep find me again. Then the glass breaks and the man turns back into my handler, a man I have sworn not to touch, sworn not to attach to, sworn not to love. Three more lies that weave themself into the half circle of hell I call a life. I pull on clothing quickly, trying not to watch him sleep, his beautiful face resting in utter elation. I can't remember last night at all, and my throbbing headache may have something to do with it. All I know is that I just woke up in a bed with my handler. Michael Vaughn. I'm not even supposed to look at him. When all my things are packed up, I pause at the door. I turn and take a picture of him sleeping. There will be a time when I need this. As I leave the hotel, I know I will pay for this night. Nothing perfect lasts forever. Then I take one last look at him, so beautiful, so perfect, and I almost love this man, almost let myself love this man. Then I leave. At the reception desk on the way out, I give the receptionist the message. When Michael Vaughn wakes up, he will have another woman beside him. How I would kill to be that woman.