The Watch
"This watch belonged to my father. It's broken now, but it used to keep perfect time. And when he gave it to me he said you could set your heart by this watch.
It stopped October first.
The day we met."
I pulled my eyes away from the floor and looked at her. She was silent, looking back at me, eyes full of tears that threatened to spill over. I didn't want her to cry. I wasn't even sure what I was trying to say. All I knew was that I was taking a chance. A chance on something big.
Whether or not things ended the way I wanted them to, I had to tell her. But I couldn't. I told her about Will being fired and she seemed so shook up about that that I had to tell her that I thought he was a good guy. Which I did believe. Do believe. It's just that her fierce protectiveness of him kind of blew me away and I wondered if she had ever felt that way about me.
Would she ever jump down somebody's throat for saying something even slightly damaging about my character? I decided right then that I wouldn't tell her. But that message didn't reach my mouth in time and I was calling to her before I could stop myself. "Sydney,"
She turned and looked at me. I was caught. I could say "never mind" but that would be lame and she would know something was up from the look on my face. She was good at that. Deciphering my emotions, I mean. So I went through with it.
I put my hand into my pocket and felt the package snuggled in there. Unwrapping it, I caught her eyes and didn't look away. And then I took a deep breath.
And it all came out easier than I thought it would. Emotion said my words better than I ever could and felt her sympathizing. Until I said that last sentence. After that, I couldn't read her face anymore. She wasn't closing herself off but she stayed silent. Just thinking about what I had said. Thinking about how she was supposed to react and how she wanted to react. Trying to find out why I had said what I said.
What did I say, exactly? I knew what I meant in my heart but did it come out the way I wanted it to? I could set my heart by this watch and it stopped the day I met you. Did my heart stop when I met you, Sydney Bristow?
Yeah, that sounds about right.
I looked up. The silence was deafening. 'Please say something,' I begged her with my eyes. And then she opened her mouth.
I didn't know if I was happy or scared of the words that were about to come.
But I never got the chance to find out. As if a cruel joke by Fate, her beeper went off right when she was going to say something. She checked it and looked up to me but then mine went off too. I open my jacket and look down. Kendall. I hate my job.
"Kendall." I look up again and wait for her to say who paged her. But she's silent. What have I done? Why isn't she speaking or smiling or crying or anything?
But then I calm down. She tilts her head and the one light in the warehouse catches her face and illuminates her beauty as she finally smiles.
"Me too," she says softly. And she sounds happy about it.
I nod and we walked towards the exit. Just as I'm about to cross the door, my step falters. I am now unsure of the whole situation. My watch had stopped on the day we met and I had made references to the watch symbolizing my heart but her last statement. . . "Me too" with a smile on her face. . . What was she answering?
Of course the fact that Kendall paged her too made the choice obvious but couldn't she have used double meaning? If someone had asked me what had stopped on the day I met Sydney, I would have told him or her about my father's watch. But not about my heart.
Could it be? Could it be that Sydney's reply was answering the pleas of my heart? That she was agreeing that her heart had also stopped when she met me?
Or was this all the made up fantasy in the mind of a madman.?
"This watch belonged to my father. It's broken now, but it used to keep perfect time. And when he gave it to me he said you could set your heart by this watch.
It stopped October first.
The day we met."
I pulled my eyes away from the floor and looked at her. She was silent, looking back at me, eyes full of tears that threatened to spill over. I didn't want her to cry. I wasn't even sure what I was trying to say. All I knew was that I was taking a chance. A chance on something big.
Whether or not things ended the way I wanted them to, I had to tell her. But I couldn't. I told her about Will being fired and she seemed so shook up about that that I had to tell her that I thought he was a good guy. Which I did believe. Do believe. It's just that her fierce protectiveness of him kind of blew me away and I wondered if she had ever felt that way about me.
Would she ever jump down somebody's throat for saying something even slightly damaging about my character? I decided right then that I wouldn't tell her. But that message didn't reach my mouth in time and I was calling to her before I could stop myself. "Sydney,"
She turned and looked at me. I was caught. I could say "never mind" but that would be lame and she would know something was up from the look on my face. She was good at that. Deciphering my emotions, I mean. So I went through with it.
I put my hand into my pocket and felt the package snuggled in there. Unwrapping it, I caught her eyes and didn't look away. And then I took a deep breath.
And it all came out easier than I thought it would. Emotion said my words better than I ever could and felt her sympathizing. Until I said that last sentence. After that, I couldn't read her face anymore. She wasn't closing herself off but she stayed silent. Just thinking about what I had said. Thinking about how she was supposed to react and how she wanted to react. Trying to find out why I had said what I said.
What did I say, exactly? I knew what I meant in my heart but did it come out the way I wanted it to? I could set my heart by this watch and it stopped the day I met you. Did my heart stop when I met you, Sydney Bristow?
Yeah, that sounds about right.
I looked up. The silence was deafening. 'Please say something,' I begged her with my eyes. And then she opened her mouth.
I didn't know if I was happy or scared of the words that were about to come.
But I never got the chance to find out. As if a cruel joke by Fate, her beeper went off right when she was going to say something. She checked it and looked up to me but then mine went off too. I open my jacket and look down. Kendall. I hate my job.
"Kendall." I look up again and wait for her to say who paged her. But she's silent. What have I done? Why isn't she speaking or smiling or crying or anything?
But then I calm down. She tilts her head and the one light in the warehouse catches her face and illuminates her beauty as she finally smiles.
"Me too," she says softly. And she sounds happy about it.
I nod and we walked towards the exit. Just as I'm about to cross the door, my step falters. I am now unsure of the whole situation. My watch had stopped on the day we met and I had made references to the watch symbolizing my heart but her last statement. . . "Me too" with a smile on her face. . . What was she answering?
Of course the fact that Kendall paged her too made the choice obvious but couldn't she have used double meaning? If someone had asked me what had stopped on the day I met Sydney, I would have told him or her about my father's watch. But not about my heart.
Could it be? Could it be that Sydney's reply was answering the pleas of my heart? That she was agreeing that her heart had also stopped when she met me?
Or was this all the made up fantasy in the mind of a madman.?