A/N: This is only a prequel for what is to come. It is short, but I meant it to be that way. The following chapters will be longer and not in first person as this one is. I hope all of you like it enough for me to continue!:)
Thanks to: Alicia and Andy who never tell me to shut up when I'm drooling over Vaughn in fifth period and to Reese who was the one who convinced me to write in the first place. Thanks you!
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!! I AM BEGGING YOU! LOVE IT, HATE IT, EITHER WAY BE SURE TO LET ME KNOW!
S/V pairing, of course.
A year ago, I prayed for deliverance.
Deliverance from life, existence, and the world which seemed to be corrupted by evils of all kind. My life was a lie- a lie that I was forced to feed everyone around me, including my closest friends.
I was in love with the one man that I couldn't have. The only man who knew the truth and loved me despite it, perhaps even because of it. The daughter of the murderer and the son of the victim- an unlikely combination that the Gods themselves seemed to have deemed impossible.
Between brushes of near death, I lay in bed praying that in my dreams he would be beside me. Unfortunately, my dreams were usually filled with other images- those of fear, failure, and death.
I was out of faith. I had come to the conclusion that the only reason I was still alive was because some greater force was torturing me.
Only weeks after these thoughts had suffocated my mind, SD-6 and all other cells of that bastard Sloane's operation were taken down. I felt a wind of freedom blow over me. In fact, the wind raged so strongly that I was blown right into the arms of the man that I had silently loved for what seemed like an eternity. The walls of fear in my heart fell in that moment as his warm, smooth lips captured mine while we stood in the shards of glass and other rubble that had kept us apart for so long.
Out lives are by no means perfect now, but we are together. That's all we need. And if fear does come, he will always be there to kiss it away. I am always warm enough when I dream. I have someone who knows exactly what I am going to say before the words even escape my lips. I belong to him and he belongs to me. And I do believe.
REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW and I'll write a new chapter ASAP!! Thanks!
Thanks to: Alicia and Andy who never tell me to shut up when I'm drooling over Vaughn in fifth period and to Reese who was the one who convinced me to write in the first place. Thanks you!
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!! I AM BEGGING YOU! LOVE IT, HATE IT, EITHER WAY BE SURE TO LET ME KNOW!
S/V pairing, of course.
A year ago, I prayed for deliverance.
Deliverance from life, existence, and the world which seemed to be corrupted by evils of all kind. My life was a lie- a lie that I was forced to feed everyone around me, including my closest friends.
I was in love with the one man that I couldn't have. The only man who knew the truth and loved me despite it, perhaps even because of it. The daughter of the murderer and the son of the victim- an unlikely combination that the Gods themselves seemed to have deemed impossible.
Between brushes of near death, I lay in bed praying that in my dreams he would be beside me. Unfortunately, my dreams were usually filled with other images- those of fear, failure, and death.
I was out of faith. I had come to the conclusion that the only reason I was still alive was because some greater force was torturing me.
Only weeks after these thoughts had suffocated my mind, SD-6 and all other cells of that bastard Sloane's operation were taken down. I felt a wind of freedom blow over me. In fact, the wind raged so strongly that I was blown right into the arms of the man that I had silently loved for what seemed like an eternity. The walls of fear in my heart fell in that moment as his warm, smooth lips captured mine while we stood in the shards of glass and other rubble that had kept us apart for so long.
Out lives are by no means perfect now, but we are together. That's all we need. And if fear does come, he will always be there to kiss it away. I am always warm enough when I dream. I have someone who knows exactly what I am going to say before the words even escape my lips. I belong to him and he belongs to me. And I do believe.
REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW and I'll write a new chapter ASAP!! Thanks!