One problem with basing this on an idea I had for a story, they're totally separate but I still keep mixing them up, thinking I've said certain things when I haven't, so if anything seems out of place that's probably the reason. Please review, let me know what you're thinking. Let me know what you think about both the Sara section and the Grissom section.
Sara had been right, it truly had been the perfect goodbye. She had woken up before Grissom to find herself in his arms and feeling content. She sighed as she realised that she couldn't stay there. She turned over and watched him for a moment, his calm breathing soothing her nerves.
She leaned closer and gently placed a light kiss on his forehead, she laid her palm against his cheek and whispered softly. "I love you. I'm sorry" and as she whispered the final word a single tear rolled down a pale cheek.
She regretfully eased herself gently out of his embrace and padded about his bedroom finding the clothes she had worn the night before, with one last longing glance at the figure still on the bed she walked out of the bedroom.
She went quietly to the door and unlocked it, slipping out, locking the door and pushing the keys back through the letter box where they landed gently on his mat.
She walked towards her car, head up, determined not to think about what she had just done or what she was about to do.
Carefully organising her thoughts to only deal with the necessities she drove to her own house and picked up her suitcases and boxes and placed them all in the car.
She sat in the car, hands on the steering wheel, and allowed herself a moment of sadness, to let the memories of last night flow over her, it had been everything she'd ever dreamed off and more, it's hadn't been just sex, it had been more than that, it had been them both finally giving in to everything they'd felt over the years and letting it come to the surface. It felt right, like it had always meant to be, and now she was about to walk away from it all, from that perfect feeling of happiness.
She suddenly knew that if she thought anymore she couldn't do it and she needed to, she turned the key in the ignition and forced her mind only onto focusing on the driving, she knew where she was meeting the people organising it all, as she drove there she had to pass in the same direction as Grissom's house.
As she passed it she didn't look back in the mirror to see it slowly shrink away, instead she looked straight on, towards the road, towards the rendez-vous and towards her new life.
Away from the only chance at a home she'd ever found.
Grissom awoke and before he'd even opened his eyes he knew something was wrong. He'd fallen asleep with Sara in his arms, everything had seemed right, like it had always meant to be, not his arms were empty, the only weight on the bed was his, the only clothes strewn about the room would be his, his heart was already slowly breaking.
He opened his eyes knowing what he would see. He was right, Sara's clothes were gone, the only sign she had ever been there was a small turned up corner of the quilt and a slight dint remaining in his pillow, he reached across to where she had been. It was still warm.
She hadn't been gone long and yet he would still never see her again, he had glimpsed true happiness but the door it to had been shut before it had actually opened. Maybe that was why they had finally given in, it was there last chance, they knew the relationship was doomed, and finally the essence of not knowing had gone out of the picture, the future for them had been clear, and it had been bleak and painful.
Maybe in an attempt to fight that darkness, to prove that they would've had a chance, to allow themselves to know, for once in their lives the future of something was certain and it had still been worth the risk and pain. All the time they had wasted he now cursed, they could've had years together and instead they'd been granted mere hours.
He reached across to the pillow she had been sleeping on and pulled it closer, curling his arms around it tightly, breathing in her scent, the only form of comfort available and he knew she was gone. She wasn't coming back.
He had soon hauled himself out of bed and dressed without even realising what he was pulling on. He wandered bare-foot round the house, not noticing how cold the floor was on his feet, he spotted the keys on the mat and smiled sadly before picking them up and leaving them on the table.
Eventually he found himself at the window, staring outside as the rain ran slowly down the pane. He found himself thinking about the previous night, recalling each precise detail in a way he knew would be ingrained on his mind forever, never to be forgotten, the play of the moonlight on her features through a slit in the curtain, her eyes showing everything tiny thing she felt, the feeling of kissing her, the way she seemed to fit perfectly into his embrace like she belonged there, the sound of her gently breathing as she fell asleep.
He stared at the empty road, barely noticing as a car drove down, he watched it idly without paying much attention to it before realising it was Sara's.
He pressed his palm against the pane of glass and moved closer to it, staring intently out of the window, as though she might sense him even through the glass, he saw her stare determinedly onwards and not glance in as she passed.
He fought down all his urges to run outside and catch her up, to run up to her car and go with her, to live her new life with her, she'd left that morning for a reason, she needed to. No matter how perfect the night before may have been there were still problems in the relationship that just couldn't go away, nobody could make him younger or her older, the age difference couldn't change, a lifetime of habits through living alone and little interaction couldn't be erased in one night, no, now she had a chance to find someone her own age who she could care about and have the family he knew she desperately craved without her even knowing.
Though it may pain him to let her be with someone else, the thought that she would be happy outweighed it all. If she had wanted him to come she would've asked him that morning or last night, she wouldn't have flitted away silently.
Instead he watched her car drive away steadily, moving further and further away until it was just a spot in the distance and then disappeared altogether, taking with the only chance at true happiness he's ever found.
