My Dearest Love,

As I slip into the darkness I ask you please do not follow. It will be hard but please do not try to find me as it will only pain the both of us. Your heart may hurt but as the days go on, that pain will start to dissipate more and more each day. You will start to think about me less and less until I am a simple memory that may cross your mind every now and then. I hope when this moment happens you will crack a smile that I will surely miss.

You, and only you will hold my heart but my love for you goes so deep that I am willing to walk away. This universe has been so cruel to us. It has been trying to tear us apart for years; almost costing us our lives. As I write this letter to you my love, I watch you contently sleep. I will engrave this moment in my brain forever. It is my time now to make my exit and hope we could possibly have lives where we no longer have to watch behind our backs. A life where the worry is lifted...

I cherish our times; good and bad. We are forever bonded. Please make this promise to me that you will continue to chase the extraterrestrial and continue our legacy down in the basement.

Sincerely,

Dana

Earlier that day

As in any other case Mulder and Scully were finally reaching the end of catching the villain. They entered the abandoned house looking for Ricky Thompson who recently broke free of the psychiatric center he has been housed in since 2003 since killing his entire family claiming they were possessed by the devil.

" Ricky? We are here to help you Ricky" Scully yelled kindly through the entrance of the home. "GO AWAY OR YOU WILL BOTH BE TAKEN OVER BY THE DEVIL HIMSELF TOO!" Ricky yelled back in fear he would need to do to Scully and Mulder as he did to his family in the very same home. Mulder began to speak to Ricky in hopes we could help alleviate any fears within him but as Mulder began to speak all Ricky could hear is words of the Devil leaving his mouth. With fears that Mulder himself was possessed Ricky quickly loaded his gun.

"Ricky, Scully and I want to get you out of here and back to the hospital where they can help you." Mulder confessed. "No, Mr. Mulder. The only one going to the hospital tonight is you." With the pull of the trigger Ricky shot Mulder and as soon as the sounds of Ricky's gun ran off Scully retaliated with a fatal shot.

Scully bent down quickly to assist to her partner who now was bleeding but luckily he received a shot to a shoulder. "Mulder, your shot..I am calling an ambulance right now. This is Special Agent Dana Scully, I have an agent down. Please come to 55 Cherry Lane NOW." She said with fury.

"I think I am fine Scully." As the words left Mulder's mouth his eyes closed as if to deal with the pain that is ringing through his body.

As Mulders eyes reopen he is suddenly in a hospital bed and noticed his only companion by his side. "Hi my love." he proudly states to Scully grabbing her hand.

"Mulder, how are you feeling? They had to put you under in order to remove the fragments of the bullet. You have about 10 stitches in your shoulder. You have to take it easy."

Mulder noticed that all though Scully was trying to take care of him she seemed distant and refused to make eye contact with him. He loved to stare off into her blue eyes and to know Scully was avoiding the opportunity for their eyes to meet was painful to Mulder. Her eyes always seemed to anchor his feet down firmly if he were to ever loose grip of reality.

Before Mulder could ask what was weighing heavy on her she quickly spoke up as if nervous.

"Mulder, I am simply tired. The fear of losing you any time we work on a case or the same for you about me. It pains me to see you getting hurt. I am nervous I can't continue to do this with you any longer."

"They are releasing me soon, why don't we continue the conversation when we get home tonight?" Scully slowly shook her head to agree but not allowing her partner,lover and her confidant to know that her mind was already made up.

The next morning

As he sat at his desk, he instinctively kept reading the letter on repeat hoping maybe his eyes were playing tricks on him. When the words remained the same anger began to build in his body but he just didn't know the cure to release this pain. His brain could not comprehend the situation. For once in Murders life he was truly at a loss for words. He peaked out the window in hopes he could so the firey red hair through a crowd of people that were currently on their commute to work. He ran rampant through his apartment that him and Scully have been sharing now for well over a year taring through her draws and closet only to find there was not one piece of her existence left. The only thing left of her was the scent of her perfume that lingered through the air.

Mulder sat alone, with the shades drawn with the mess he had created around him. As he surveyed the mess he had now created his eyes landed on this note. He felt heart broken that this is the way Scully would decide to walk out of his life. On a piece of paper. After all of these years. Hastily he crumbled the note and through it to the garbage. But as soon as he through the note in the garbage he turned around and grabbed it back out. He though to himself "this may be the last thing I will ever have that is connected to Scully."

"Mulder, it's Skinner. I need to speak to you immediately. I received a resignation letter from Scully and I have not seen or heard from you in three days. Ugh...Mulder I'm sorry I'm worried about you. Give me a call." Skinners voice mail rang through Mulders ears but he felt helpless. He had not moved from his apartment since Scully leaving. He was fighting his emotions and at most trying to understand the situation. He had tried calling Scully but her cell phone had been disconnected. As he was wallowing in his pain a knock came to his door.

"Mulder open the door, it's Doggett." Mulder contemplating Doggett knocking at the door and remain on the floor but he knew Doggett wouldn't go away that easy. Mulder slowly open the door just a crack so Doggett could only see his face. "Mulder, I just don't know what to say...can I please come in?" With that said Mulder didn't have much of an option as Doggett made his way into his apartment.

"We will track her down, don't you worry!"

"She doesn't want to be found John. I think this is what she wants." Mulder hadn't talked to anyone or told anyone his feelings since Scullys departure. Saying these words hurt more leaving his mouth then just simply have them bounce around within the walls of his head. Mulder let Doggett read the letter that Scully left. Once John finished the last letter he felt pained for the man that was standing before him. He knew Mulder as a tough individual who always knew how to handle a situation but in this case this man was not standing in front of him.

"Why don't I help you clean up and we can get a drink?" John suggested. Mulder whom was hesitant to agree went along with his friends suggestion. At this point he thought it could be good for him mentally to leave the apartment which showed pictures and memories of the woman he loves plastered on all the walls.