You know... life is unfair or are the people that is??
Losing Speedle is one thing; lose Alex is a huge thing too but lose Eric is... devastating. Watch CSI Miami without Eric and Calleigh together is just useless... oh, come on!?!? Tell me who watch CSI Miami because of the crime scenes, Horatio, Ryan or Natalia?? Damn it!! we wait so much for this romance; it was 7 damn seasons not 7 days or 7 episodeos, it was 167 episodeos waiting, wanting, wishing them together for what?!? For having ours hearts broke? For make us mad? For get in season 8 and say GOOD BYE ERIC???
Honestly I watch CSI Miami just because of Calleigh&Eric. Hey.. i'm not saying that H, Ryan, Natalia or the scenes aren't good - the show is great - but it's awesome whith Eric&Calleigh and much more now that they are finally together (here between us.... come on!?!! just one, two kisses? some sharing looks? where is all the make out for all those years of flirting? if i remember well, the CSI NY fans had a very good make out between Danny and Lindsay ON A POOL TABLE!!! A POOL TABLE!!! Where is Calleigh&Eric hot kiss, make out or a waking morning together??
You know if I could... I would put a bullet on the person that had this crazy idea of Eric departure and their end relationship just to let them(CBS or whoever had this idea) know to never mess with Eric&Calleigh fans... but this is just me (please don't get me wrong, I'm not into violence but justice has to be done!!!)
Anyway.. i'm sorry. I'm just pissed off with the news... let's just do what we came here to do.
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Slowly, beginning and ending
Eric Delko…
When I got up, neither I nor the sun thought it was the hour of the day to begin. Maybe for that the rain still fell outside, and I didn't know if the darkness that filled out my room was from the sky or from my interior. The truth is that the two now get confused, arrested to an eternal repetition movement. And me, almost serious, almost immobile, almost wrong, turn hostage of what my own reality says. It's a little four in the morning. But every minute remain seconds that don't know how to pass.
I still remind the first time that the sun didn't appear to me. The day already announced himself, but I turn around to the side and didn't have anything there. And the empty bed told me that that morning shouldn't exist but the seconds, at that time, insisted on being fast, and soon I saw myself inside in darkness. The rain wanted to take the place that was hers from right, and then I discovered that the ash filled out the days that didn't want to win color. It was not more than seven in the morning. But every moment meant one decade to remind.
When I woke up, I gave some brief steps and I thought everything would restarted. The empty would be gone, you would be here and everything that we lived, the moments shared in bed, on the couch, on the beach; the laughs and even the tears and fears would be back again and us would be us not I, not you. Just us. You and me. I and you. I feel the cold take my body, the smile faint and a tear itself announce. What I saw was what came from inside, with the little light that it still remained me. I touched the room in search of the other light, but it wasn't capable to light up. I was sure that the darkness wouldn't give up so easily. And me, almost serious, almost immobile, almost wrong, it was only the result of the days that didn't want to exist. I knew that it didn't pass ten in the morning. But each movement seemed to break out to hurt.
I still remember the first time that you didn't appear to me. The day already announced himself, but I looked to the side and I discovered that you weren't there. And my empty body told me that, after that morning, I would not exist. Only that the hiccup, at that time, insisted on dominating me and I began to give up on struggling against the end, against a life without you. The solitude wanted to take the place that was hers from right, and then I discovered that the ashes filled out the ashtray, what reminded me more of my pain. My days without her were like ashes. It was one any hour of any morning. But no feelings would lose their place.
When I breathed, the smell of the rain began to taking me and it was then that I reminded that day when the two of us, catch by surprised by the rain, kissed for the first time. I could felt her taste, unique, exquisite and so Calleigh in my lips. I could felt her fingertips wet, cold yet so warm around my waist and then I remember for a moment how was to smile again. But my heart, at that remembers, remind me the hurt and the empty that now was in my life.
All my happiness, laughs, wishes and goals was gone with her; nothing made sense anymore because with her and in her I have discovered the real meaning of life. Work, parties, victories nothing more matters when she wasn't here.
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Thanks!! R&R!!!