Gone ~ Chapter 9
He walked down the street looking around him. He could feel his heart beating faster and faster each second. He saw a beautiful townhouse in the distance and knew she was there. He could feel it. He walked towards it, his pace increasing with each step. He was almost running when he reached the house.
He dropped his bag and jacket as he stopped in front of her house. Everything about it was truly Sydney, the beautiful decorations, and the flowers and plants. He took a deep breath of fresh air, forgetting about its coldness.
He looked at the letters engraved over the door spelled out the words "forty-seven thousand" in bold, black letters and felt a chill run down his spine. He was here; he was finally here. The only thing that stood between him and Sydney now was a door and a wall.
He looked through a large window on the front of the house. At the sight of her face, of her smile, of her beauty he smiled. He could almost feel her in his arms, her lips against his, his head buried in her beautiful silky hair.
He saw her walk around a bit and smile, but there was something in her eyes, and emptiness, sadness, malaise. He noticed she seemed, different. There was a sort of glow to her. His eyes swept over her body. He felt a warm, fuzzy feeling fill him inside and out.
Sydney's belly was swollen. She was with child. A little life was growing inside of her.
And until that very moment he thought that that child could be his, but this hope, this wish that he had held vanquished at the sight of a familiar face. He would never forget the burst of emotion that he had felt when he had seen her, and the speed in which it vanished as his dreams where crushed cruelly.
He could never forget that face. He could never forget that hair. He could never forget that man. That man who he had risked his life for, just to make Sydney happy. He could never forget Will Tippin.
The vast emptiness he had seen in Sydney's eyes moments before filled his body. He could feel the tears welling up in his eyes. He stood; his feet glued to the pavement as he watched Will rub his hand over her belly and look deeply into her eyes as he tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear just like he used to do.
For a second, he thought he saw Sydney flinch. He thought he saw tears in her eyes, but it was gone as soon as it had appeared. He couldn't be sure.
He didn't know what to do. He was devastated, broken. His thoughts, hopes, and dreams were destroyed.
He felt a tear escape his eye and roll down his cheek, but he didn't bother to wipe it away. It wouldn't make a difference now; it wouldn't help. That was when he noticed he was wet, soaked actually. He looked up and found a dark stormy sky. The falling pellets of rain surrounded him. They seeped through his shirt and stung his skin.
He couldn't go back to her now. She was happy. She held inside of her another man's child, Will Tippin's child. He couldn't tear her away from her new world. She had moved on, and she had done it without him.
All that mattered to him was that Sydney was happy. That was all he wanted. He knew he couldn't live without her, but if that were what made her happy, he would try to move on with his life even though he knew he would fail from previous experience. He looked up through the window one last time and stared deep into her large brown eyes.
The tears came rapidly now; he couldn't help it. They mixed with the cold fresh water from the rain. He admired her one last time before he tore his gaze away form her face, her body, her belly.
He reached down into his bag and ruffled through it. He pulled out a picture, a picture of him and Sydney, from when they had been happily together. One of his tears fell onto it as he tucked it into his pocket and picked up his bag.
He didn't even think of putting on his jacket. He just simply picked it up along with his bag and gathered up all the strength he could find.
It took a lot of effort not to look back at her as he turned around, and even more as he walked away. He walked slowly. He felt completely numb. Sorrow filled his body, wiping out the vague emptiness that had filled his body seconds ago.
He didn't care what happened to him now. He hoped Sydney was happy, and that she would continue to be happy. He hoped the child would live a wonderful life and grow up to be someone he could have been proud of.
He thought he heard a small noise in the distance as he walked away. He was finidng it harder to walk away every second, but he knew he had to, but what came next he couldn't resist.
"Vaughn!" Sydney's sweet, melodic voice filled his head as he froze in his steps.
"Vaughn.Michael." She called him Michael. He felt like turning, he wanted to turn, he needed to turn around and run back to her, but he didn't. He just stood there, alone, in the freezing rain.
He walked down the street looking around him. He could feel his heart beating faster and faster each second. He saw a beautiful townhouse in the distance and knew she was there. He could feel it. He walked towards it, his pace increasing with each step. He was almost running when he reached the house.
He dropped his bag and jacket as he stopped in front of her house. Everything about it was truly Sydney, the beautiful decorations, and the flowers and plants. He took a deep breath of fresh air, forgetting about its coldness.
He looked at the letters engraved over the door spelled out the words "forty-seven thousand" in bold, black letters and felt a chill run down his spine. He was here; he was finally here. The only thing that stood between him and Sydney now was a door and a wall.
He looked through a large window on the front of the house. At the sight of her face, of her smile, of her beauty he smiled. He could almost feel her in his arms, her lips against his, his head buried in her beautiful silky hair.
He saw her walk around a bit and smile, but there was something in her eyes, and emptiness, sadness, malaise. He noticed she seemed, different. There was a sort of glow to her. His eyes swept over her body. He felt a warm, fuzzy feeling fill him inside and out.
Sydney's belly was swollen. She was with child. A little life was growing inside of her.
And until that very moment he thought that that child could be his, but this hope, this wish that he had held vanquished at the sight of a familiar face. He would never forget the burst of emotion that he had felt when he had seen her, and the speed in which it vanished as his dreams where crushed cruelly.
He could never forget that face. He could never forget that hair. He could never forget that man. That man who he had risked his life for, just to make Sydney happy. He could never forget Will Tippin.
The vast emptiness he had seen in Sydney's eyes moments before filled his body. He could feel the tears welling up in his eyes. He stood; his feet glued to the pavement as he watched Will rub his hand over her belly and look deeply into her eyes as he tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear just like he used to do.
For a second, he thought he saw Sydney flinch. He thought he saw tears in her eyes, but it was gone as soon as it had appeared. He couldn't be sure.
He didn't know what to do. He was devastated, broken. His thoughts, hopes, and dreams were destroyed.
He felt a tear escape his eye and roll down his cheek, but he didn't bother to wipe it away. It wouldn't make a difference now; it wouldn't help. That was when he noticed he was wet, soaked actually. He looked up and found a dark stormy sky. The falling pellets of rain surrounded him. They seeped through his shirt and stung his skin.
He couldn't go back to her now. She was happy. She held inside of her another man's child, Will Tippin's child. He couldn't tear her away from her new world. She had moved on, and she had done it without him.
All that mattered to him was that Sydney was happy. That was all he wanted. He knew he couldn't live without her, but if that were what made her happy, he would try to move on with his life even though he knew he would fail from previous experience. He looked up through the window one last time and stared deep into her large brown eyes.
The tears came rapidly now; he couldn't help it. They mixed with the cold fresh water from the rain. He admired her one last time before he tore his gaze away form her face, her body, her belly.
He reached down into his bag and ruffled through it. He pulled out a picture, a picture of him and Sydney, from when they had been happily together. One of his tears fell onto it as he tucked it into his pocket and picked up his bag.
He didn't even think of putting on his jacket. He just simply picked it up along with his bag and gathered up all the strength he could find.
It took a lot of effort not to look back at her as he turned around, and even more as he walked away. He walked slowly. He felt completely numb. Sorrow filled his body, wiping out the vague emptiness that had filled his body seconds ago.
He didn't care what happened to him now. He hoped Sydney was happy, and that she would continue to be happy. He hoped the child would live a wonderful life and grow up to be someone he could have been proud of.
He thought he heard a small noise in the distance as he walked away. He was finidng it harder to walk away every second, but he knew he had to, but what came next he couldn't resist.
"Vaughn!" Sydney's sweet, melodic voice filled his head as he froze in his steps.
"Vaughn.Michael." She called him Michael. He felt like turning, he wanted to turn, he needed to turn around and run back to her, but he didn't. He just stood there, alone, in the freezing rain.