Memories
Max walked the empty streets of Seattle, tired and lonely. Her heart ached, but her face was placid, almost bland. She was careful to show no emotion, shed no tear...
Dedication: my good friend Tristram Rich, may you rest in peace.
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A million words would not bring you back, I know because I've tried.
Neither would a million tears, I know because I've cried.
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Max walked the empty streets of Seattle, tired and lonely. Her heart ached, but her face was placid, almost bland. She was careful to show no emotion, shed no tear. Instead, she let her heart crack into a million pieces, and be replaced by a piece of stone.
Her eyes fell upon a distant couple, who only had eyes for each other. They had normalcy. They had it all. No lying or hiding or silently wondering if the other would even come home at night, let alone be on time. They didn't have to worry about White, or familiars, or even just something as simple as not killing each other.
Time passed, and she found herself at the Space Needle. She could feel the tears begin to well in the corners of her eyes, desperate to get out. Instead, Max pinched her ear, stopping the flow of water from getting any further. She fought an old memory, one of Logan sitting up there, just before the attack on Manticore.
God. It all seemed like so long ago. So many days had passed, spent with so many different people. Her life would never lack change. But change was not always a good thing. Sometimes change could lead to mistakes that could get you harmed, or worse, killed.
The memories threatened to overflow, and Max found herself curled up on the Needle, crying her eyes out. She lay there for hours, but nobody came. Nobody knew what she was going through. How could they? Not after Brin, Tinga, Ben and Zack.
Max felt one last tear fall out of her eye, and run down her cheek. She ran her finger over it, remembering what it felt like to have someone else wipe away the tears. To have someone who could tell her that it was going to be all right, that everything would soon be ok.
Even if that never happened again, Max still had her memories. Those precious memories that would never quite be enough, but would have to do. They were all she had left of her old life, her family, her love. And at night, when she couldn't sleep, Max could pull out those memories once more.
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If this is love, why does my heart ache?
If this is love, why did my heart break?
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These words belong to me, so please don't use them. I am currently using them for another purpose and don't want them taken on me.
If you have read my Alias fic, Heartache, you would have noticed that they start the same. Sorry about that.
Max walked the empty streets of Seattle, tired and lonely. Her heart ached, but her face was placid, almost bland. She was careful to show no emotion, shed no tear...
Dedication: my good friend Tristram Rich, may you rest in peace.
~~
A million words would not bring you back, I know because I've tried.
Neither would a million tears, I know because I've cried.
~~
Max walked the empty streets of Seattle, tired and lonely. Her heart ached, but her face was placid, almost bland. She was careful to show no emotion, shed no tear. Instead, she let her heart crack into a million pieces, and be replaced by a piece of stone.
Her eyes fell upon a distant couple, who only had eyes for each other. They had normalcy. They had it all. No lying or hiding or silently wondering if the other would even come home at night, let alone be on time. They didn't have to worry about White, or familiars, or even just something as simple as not killing each other.
Time passed, and she found herself at the Space Needle. She could feel the tears begin to well in the corners of her eyes, desperate to get out. Instead, Max pinched her ear, stopping the flow of water from getting any further. She fought an old memory, one of Logan sitting up there, just before the attack on Manticore.
God. It all seemed like so long ago. So many days had passed, spent with so many different people. Her life would never lack change. But change was not always a good thing. Sometimes change could lead to mistakes that could get you harmed, or worse, killed.
The memories threatened to overflow, and Max found herself curled up on the Needle, crying her eyes out. She lay there for hours, but nobody came. Nobody knew what she was going through. How could they? Not after Brin, Tinga, Ben and Zack.
Max felt one last tear fall out of her eye, and run down her cheek. She ran her finger over it, remembering what it felt like to have someone else wipe away the tears. To have someone who could tell her that it was going to be all right, that everything would soon be ok.
Even if that never happened again, Max still had her memories. Those precious memories that would never quite be enough, but would have to do. They were all she had left of her old life, her family, her love. And at night, when she couldn't sleep, Max could pull out those memories once more.
~~
If this is love, why does my heart ache?
If this is love, why did my heart break?
~~
These words belong to me, so please don't use them. I am currently using them for another purpose and don't want them taken on me.
If you have read my Alias fic, Heartache, you would have noticed that they start the same. Sorry about that.