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This is a one-chapter fic and it's kind of different. If you're looking for a happy ending then don't bother with this. All kinds of angst. I don't really know where I got the idea, but it came to me. So, please let me know what you think!!
Don't own 'em.
~*~
It felt ______ when I learned I had been gone for two years, missing as you said.
It felt ______ when I saw you wore a gold band around your finger.
It felt ______ when you told me that band wasn't a sign of your devotion to me, it was because you had gotten married. Moved on.
It felt ______ when my friends shunned me, unable to deal with what had happened.
It felt ______ when the very people who used to look up to me treated me as a criminal.
It felt ______ when I was shoved into a cell, my mother's old cell.
It felt ______ when I was poked and prodded by doctors, trying to figure me out.
It felt ______ when the doctors told me I had a child, your child.
It felt ______ when the child I had just been told about turned out to be dead.
It felt ______ when my own father couldn't look me right in the eyes.
It felt ______ when I learned my parents were together now. Everything was ok for them.
It felt ______ when you called me and invited me over.
It felt ______ when I walked into your house, for the first time.
It felt ______ when I saw the pictures on the mantle, you so happy and in love.
It felt ______ when you told me you loved you wife and wouldn't ever leave her for me.
It felt ______ when I walked into my small room, in my CIA assigned safe house.
It felt ______ when the blood poured from me and the only thing I thought of was you.
It felt ______ when I thought that no one would mourn my death, I'd been gone for two years.
How did it feel when you saw me on the floor?
Fill in the blanks.
~*~
What do you think? Please please let me know. Just a little click on that pretty little button.
This is a one-chapter fic and it's kind of different. If you're looking for a happy ending then don't bother with this. All kinds of angst. I don't really know where I got the idea, but it came to me. So, please let me know what you think!!
Don't own 'em.
~*~
It felt ______ when I learned I had been gone for two years, missing as you said.
It felt ______ when I saw you wore a gold band around your finger.
It felt ______ when you told me that band wasn't a sign of your devotion to me, it was because you had gotten married. Moved on.
It felt ______ when my friends shunned me, unable to deal with what had happened.
It felt ______ when the very people who used to look up to me treated me as a criminal.
It felt ______ when I was shoved into a cell, my mother's old cell.
It felt ______ when I was poked and prodded by doctors, trying to figure me out.
It felt ______ when the doctors told me I had a child, your child.
It felt ______ when the child I had just been told about turned out to be dead.
It felt ______ when my own father couldn't look me right in the eyes.
It felt ______ when I learned my parents were together now. Everything was ok for them.
It felt ______ when you called me and invited me over.
It felt ______ when I walked into your house, for the first time.
It felt ______ when I saw the pictures on the mantle, you so happy and in love.
It felt ______ when you told me you loved you wife and wouldn't ever leave her for me.
It felt ______ when I walked into my small room, in my CIA assigned safe house.
It felt ______ when the blood poured from me and the only thing I thought of was you.
It felt ______ when I thought that no one would mourn my death, I'd been gone for two years.
How did it feel when you saw me on the floor?
Fill in the blanks.
~*~
What do you think? Please please let me know. Just a little click on that pretty little button.