DISCLAIMER: I do not own Fringe, and if I did I wouldn't change a thing, wait, mmm, maybe I'd show a bit more on the ending of 6B and made Altlivia and Lincoln a couple soon (so we get over this situation and we'd a safer Polivia xD). Anyway, this is an idea I've got by simply having a terrible day and realizing how much you can loose by making the wrong choices, and since I'm a newbie in both writting fics in english and the Fringe Fanfiction section I hope this fic doesn't turns out to be too bad. Ok end with this chatting. Enjoy!
In her shoes
I'm sure this is how most people picture me, I even picture myself this way: Cocky, playful, carefree. But you know something about life: It always get to you at the end, this tiny moment where you can't keep your fucking act up, you can't keep your façade of being cold or carefree anymore, and there's where everything gets chattered. Like a very delicate glass your hopes are gone and are replaced by fears.
Because, apparently, I'm supposed to do this like I never even cared about him, like I'm just this heartless and cold bitch, but you know what's hard? Pretending. You should see what she's like: smart, photographic memory, serious, her work is her life and her life is her work; at least that's what the files told me, but a piece of paper it's not enough to tell you how a person is, that's why this situation is so damn complicated.
You know what's worst? He.
He is so hers that my heart aches just thinking of him.
He is so ignorant right now that I've got a bit of him in me.
Not only my heart, my soul and my mind got damaged in this mission. I also have his child.
I'm worst that any other human being, I played with him, with her and with myself, and now I'm carrying a pure soul in my body.
I bet this is why Walter Bishop made this choice, I bet I'm not even sure who I am or who and what I think is good or bad. Well, unless you count myself, I do know I'm bad.
I still love him, and I know he hates me and loves her but I can't help to have this little amount of hope among the bitterness, this very strange and stupid idea that he may forgive me someday.
I failed, to Peter, to the other innocent and better, I know this now at least, me, and the worst failure ever: I failed to my own son or daughter.
I'm sure of only one thing.
I'm not letting anyone using my child. By now it'll be only the two of us but maybe one day I'll save this two worlds just two take care of him or her.
I love you baby.
A/N: Is this too bad? Any thought? Flames? A bit of bacon pershaps? XD Remember R&R.