Sacrifice
By: Olivia
"The whole earth, perpetually steeped in blood, is nothing but an immense altar on which every living thing must be sacrificed without end, without restraint, without respite until the consummation of the world, the extinction of evil, the death of death."-Joseph De Maistre
I've learned many things during my life, but right now the most important lesson is that nothing is ever right or wrong, good or bad, black or white. All things are different shades of gray.
The Autumn leaves gently fall from the surrounding trees and lay themselves on the ground. The other funeral mourners have left and I alone watch him standing at her grave. His head is bent; his expression is pained. He is no doubt foolishly blaming herself for her death.
Her death is not his fault. She made her choice long ago, which eventually brought her to this place and her death. It was her choice and yet I feel guilt gnawing at my heart. I could not have foreseen nor prevented her death and yet I am sorry. I'm sorry I never got the chance to simply say "Thank you." Her sacrifice saved my life in a way-not physically-but spiritually, emotionally. I tried to protect him from her not realizing that she would not let him die. My jealousy blinded me. She loved him, but I love him more than she ever could. I think he loves me more than he ever did her. This is what I want to believe.
My thoughts break off when I realize that he has moved from her gravesite and is standing directly in front of me.
"Are you ready to go, Scully?" Mulder asks quietly.
I simply nod. I walk up to the grave and place a bouquet of flowers next to it. This is the end. Whatever Diana Fowley may have been or done, she has redeemed herself in my eyes by restoring my partner to me.
Mulder places his hand on my back. I have already apologized to Mulder, so there is nothing left to say to him. He understands everything and we walk to his car in a comfortable silence.
We have been here too many times mourning the death of those that have walked the line, crossed over to help us, and ended up dead for all their trouble. And yet their sacrifices have never been in vain. We will never let their sacrifices be in vain.
By: Olivia
"The whole earth, perpetually steeped in blood, is nothing but an immense altar on which every living thing must be sacrificed without end, without restraint, without respite until the consummation of the world, the extinction of evil, the death of death."-Joseph De Maistre
I've learned many things during my life, but right now the most important lesson is that nothing is ever right or wrong, good or bad, black or white. All things are different shades of gray.
The Autumn leaves gently fall from the surrounding trees and lay themselves on the ground. The other funeral mourners have left and I alone watch him standing at her grave. His head is bent; his expression is pained. He is no doubt foolishly blaming herself for her death.
Her death is not his fault. She made her choice long ago, which eventually brought her to this place and her death. It was her choice and yet I feel guilt gnawing at my heart. I could not have foreseen nor prevented her death and yet I am sorry. I'm sorry I never got the chance to simply say "Thank you." Her sacrifice saved my life in a way-not physically-but spiritually, emotionally. I tried to protect him from her not realizing that she would not let him die. My jealousy blinded me. She loved him, but I love him more than she ever could. I think he loves me more than he ever did her. This is what I want to believe.
My thoughts break off when I realize that he has moved from her gravesite and is standing directly in front of me.
"Are you ready to go, Scully?" Mulder asks quietly.
I simply nod. I walk up to the grave and place a bouquet of flowers next to it. This is the end. Whatever Diana Fowley may have been or done, she has redeemed herself in my eyes by restoring my partner to me.
Mulder places his hand on my back. I have already apologized to Mulder, so there is nothing left to say to him. He understands everything and we walk to his car in a comfortable silence.
We have been here too many times mourning the death of those that have walked the line, crossed over to help us, and ended up dead for all their trouble. And yet their sacrifices have never been in vain. We will never let their sacrifices be in vain.