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This story was started as a song fic, one because of a song

I hadn't heard in awhile, and because of a situation I found myself

in once in a lifetime. A whole lifetime ago for how much has happened,

a small candle flicker for all that hadn't. Please enjoy.

Yer ol' pal, The Bud.


"What Might Have Been."


"Laying here next to my husband, with his child growing deep within my womb,

I have to be honest, sometimes Ah think about Remy, and Ah think about

what all might have been. Cody is the love of mah life, but Remy was there for so long.

REmy confused me constantly with his indesision about his feelings, he

was the perpetual daisy, you know, He loves me, He loves me not. No matter

how much I love Cody, I just can't think about what would have happened if I

had forgiven Remy that one last time. Would he have changed? Would I have

made the wrong choice instead of the right one, Right one being here

with Cody?" The auburn haired woman questioned herself.

"We can't go back again, so there's no use giving inta this. In some ways,

Ah don't really want to know what might have been. Ah don't want to see

that same ol' look in Remy's eyes Ah used to see. Nothing but lies and

never meant promises. Too much time has gone by, Ah wish REmy would just say goodby,

leave me and Cody alone, just turn and walk away. Remy frightens me now,

he told me goodby, Ah left, now he won't quit comming back. Like Ah'll just

sleep with him and forget what he did. Ah can forgive him, but Ah don't

ever want to see him again. Not around me, not around my husband and definatly

not around my child.

He's too dangerous, the thing is, he doesn't mean to be. There is no excuse for how he uses

people. I try not to think about what might have been. I've got Cody now,

all that with Remy was then, this is now and we have taken different roads.

I try not to think about what will happen if our roads ever cross again.

Sorta like this poem Ah just love that Beast read me by Robert Frost, and the

two roads, Ah guess the two of us kinda live like that poem, Ah just hope that

Ah never do come back to travel the other. Ah hope Remy doesn't iether."

Rgue shivered as she drifted to sleep, the deep and warm one where a lover's

arms wrap tightly around a warm body leaving both to sigh content... For now.

End