Author: sKiTzO sHy VioLeT
Summary: Just something I'd been thinking about for a long time
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
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The knock on the door seems reluctant. Like who ever's behind it would rather be doing anything and everything else in the world. As if knocking on a door would end the entire world.
No, not just any door. *My* door.
I dry my eyes thoroughly, nobody can see me cry as long as I can help it, and I walk to the door. I look through the peephole and see a very nervous John Byers shifting from foot to foot.
There's something in his hand.
An envelope I think. Yeah, that's what it is. A small, yellow envelope, not much bigger than a music cassette. I sigh and open the door just as reluctantly as he knocked.
It's not that I hate Byers. I just don't want to deal with anybody at the moment.
I *really* don't.
"Hey, Byers." I mumble resting my head against the door frame. "What's up?" I can't help but yawn, and he looks at me with these very sad eyes. Byers has very sad eyes. I guess I just realized that. They're beautiful, an amazing blue. Strikingly clear and mournful.
"Hey, Dana." I don't care that he's calling me Dana. I don't care about anything but Mulder at the moment. Not my mother, not my sister, not my cancer. Not even my baby. Nothing but Mulder matters.
"Mulder wanted me to give you this if..." Tears make his eyes seem even more sorrowful and he can't talk anymore. It's so sad when men cry. I mean, it's sad when anyone cries not out of joy, but when men cry, it's worse. They're just so reserved, and hate to cry. He hands me the envelope and collects himself. "He wanted me to give it to you if it ever looked like he... Wasn't going to make it."
That's it. That undoes me. Not all the way, mind you. I'm not sobbing or anything, but there's no mistaking the tears rolling down my cheeks. I take the small treasure and nod slowly. "He's going to make it." I practically whisper, for my comfort as well as his. Byers nods and turns to leave.
"Wait," I call after him. "Do you want to come in for a minute to talk?" Some men would take that as an invitation to sex. A vulnerable woman, a vulnerable time. But Byers doesn't, and that's why I invited him. He's a very sweet man, John Byers. Not many like him left in this world. He smiles slightly and shakes his head.
"I'd love to," He replies regretfully. "I really would, but I have to get home. Besides, I think Mulder wants you to open that alone."
I nod and we say good-bye. I go back in my apartment, locking the door behind me. I make my way over to the couch and sit down.
What's in here?
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To be continued....