The Space Between
Olivia
The space between Monica and I on this sofa is just too far apart even though we are mere inches away from each other.
She's playing with her fingers before she gently lets out her breath and leans back into the sofa, back into my arm. She's trying not to be obvious. She's out of Dana's direct line of sight, as if Dana would notice any way given all that's been happening, all that's on her mind. I want to smile at Monica, but this is not the right time for smiling.
Monica looks at me and I gaze back at her. She's worried. She's not worried about what if it was her instead of Mulder. What if she was like that man, possibly Mulder, sleeping in the bedroom? Would I be like Scully? Would I not care if I knew it was she beneath some scarred, burned face? She's not worried about that because she and I both know the answer to that question.
I gently pat the back of Monica's head and continue to gaze into her eyes. She knows that nothing could ever make me love her less. I know she feels the same about me. Monica breaks our unspoken gaze, turning her eyes to the coffee table, her thoughts back into herself.
I had seen in her eyes what her real worry is. She and I are both concerned about Dana and Mulder, if that is indeed who is now sleeping in Dana's bed. We don't know what to do or what to think. I tried to let Monica know during those few precious moments of silent communication that everything will be okay. She sees through me. She sees my own doubts of this all ending happily.
Monica has always been sensitive to how other people are feeling. She feels their pain, their happiness, as if it's her own. I can tell that she is overburdened with Dana's feelings of confusion, sadness, fear, and hope. It's hard for her to feel my love though all of Dana's emotions.
I wish I could put my arm around her and pull her close to me, but now is not the right time. Right now Monica's and my thoughts are focused on our friends-on Mulder and Scully-just as theirs would be focused on us if our positions were reversed. It was the right time the night Monica drove me home. But I let that moment slip away. I wonder if the right moment will ever come again or if I have lost it forever.
I close my eyes and try to get some sleep. It's been a long night and I have to believe that some day, at some point, it will be the right time for me to tell Monica that I love her.
The End
"You cannot quit me so quickly/Is there no hope in you for me...I've got all the time for you love...The space between/The tears we cry is the laughter that keeps us coming back for more...Will I hold you again...We waste the hours with talking...We're strange allies...With warring hearts...All we can do my love/Is Hope we don't take this ship down/The space between...Where you smile and hid/That's where you'll find me if I get to go...Take my hand."-Dave Matthews Band-"The Space Between"
Olivia
The space between Monica and I on this sofa is just too far apart even though we are mere inches away from each other.
She's playing with her fingers before she gently lets out her breath and leans back into the sofa, back into my arm. She's trying not to be obvious. She's out of Dana's direct line of sight, as if Dana would notice any way given all that's been happening, all that's on her mind. I want to smile at Monica, but this is not the right time for smiling.
Monica looks at me and I gaze back at her. She's worried. She's not worried about what if it was her instead of Mulder. What if she was like that man, possibly Mulder, sleeping in the bedroom? Would I be like Scully? Would I not care if I knew it was she beneath some scarred, burned face? She's not worried about that because she and I both know the answer to that question.
I gently pat the back of Monica's head and continue to gaze into her eyes. She knows that nothing could ever make me love her less. I know she feels the same about me. Monica breaks our unspoken gaze, turning her eyes to the coffee table, her thoughts back into herself.
I had seen in her eyes what her real worry is. She and I are both concerned about Dana and Mulder, if that is indeed who is now sleeping in Dana's bed. We don't know what to do or what to think. I tried to let Monica know during those few precious moments of silent communication that everything will be okay. She sees through me. She sees my own doubts of this all ending happily.
Monica has always been sensitive to how other people are feeling. She feels their pain, their happiness, as if it's her own. I can tell that she is overburdened with Dana's feelings of confusion, sadness, fear, and hope. It's hard for her to feel my love though all of Dana's emotions.
I wish I could put my arm around her and pull her close to me, but now is not the right time. Right now Monica's and my thoughts are focused on our friends-on Mulder and Scully-just as theirs would be focused on us if our positions were reversed. It was the right time the night Monica drove me home. But I let that moment slip away. I wonder if the right moment will ever come again or if I have lost it forever.
I close my eyes and try to get some sleep. It's been a long night and I have to believe that some day, at some point, it will be the right time for me to tell Monica that I love her.
The End
"You cannot quit me so quickly/Is there no hope in you for me...I've got all the time for you love...The space between/The tears we cry is the laughter that keeps us coming back for more...Will I hold you again...We waste the hours with talking...We're strange allies...With warring hearts...All we can do my love/Is Hope we don't take this ship down/The space between...Where you smile and hid/That's where you'll find me if I get to go...Take my hand."-Dave Matthews Band-"The Space Between"