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To the average person who may have been passing by at the time (but then again who goes for a walk at 3am) You would have seen two people standing together on the pier, If you were closer you would have realised that one was male and the other female, if you got even closer you would see the adoration and sorrow in the mans eyes and the pain in the woman's get a little closer you may have heard the conversation between them but then again no one ever listened so no one ever knew..
***** Sydney Bristow was cold. Sure she was who asked Vaughn to stop sleeping and come to comfort her because once again she was having a hard time but still at 3am she couldn't help but notice how cold the weather was. Tears rolled down her face but she made not even the slightest effort to wipe them away in fact it was almost as if she didn't realised she was crying.
"When will it stop?" The man she was talking to thought about the question, the green eyes that made her weak in the knees were full of concern.
"I don't know," He said simply he reached down and brushed the tears away from her face. "I just don't know,"
"This is not what I wanted in life, I have learnt things I didn't ever want to know I would rather think that my mother was dead saint, I would rather not look at Arvin Sloane's face everyday and have to plaster on a smile, the only good thing about this is that I found myself someone who I can talk to about anything, but there is almost enough bad to cancel that out and the connection our parents have." She trailed off into a new batch of tears.
"Don't cry Syd, your mascara will run," a lame attempt at a joke and he knew it.
"Nope," she said with a crooked smile " I learnt from last time, it's waterproof."
He smiled at that then noticed the shivering.
"You look cold,"
"I'm FREEZING"
"Here take my Jacket," he handed her the garment pretended that he didn't feel the ice cold wind that was blowing He felt as if he had taken his shirt off as well.
"I better go," he said with regret evident in his voice.
"I might stand here for awhile," she said not ready to face her friends again just yet.
"I'll call you," he said like any friend would say to another but both knew what he meant.
He turned and walked back his car and she watched his back until he disappeared into the front seat of his car. Then she turned back to the sea. ***** If you had been on the pier that night you may have seen the young woman shove her hands in the jacket pockets, you may have seen the look of surprise as she came across a leather book and if you had edged closer you may have read the neat cursive on the pages.
I always told my father that keeping a Diary was for girls. That was my six-year-old logic but now after this year, when Sydney has been through stuff that with my old idea 'only boys should go through' I don't know what is for girls and what is for boys anymore. Only a couple of Highly placed agents know about my old status as a field agent and about the missions that changed it all that made me become a desk jockey. Eric Weiss is one of the lower placed agents that knows, he knows how the tattoo on my chest got there. It hurts him as much as me to talk about it so we never do.
I used to live in those past moments but I learnt something. The past is over; there is nothing that you can do to change it, so I look into the future. The future is where I will look Sydney Bristow in the eye, give her a hug and tell her Sd-6 is gone with the whole world watching, it is in the future that I will have a little boy or girl who looks just like me. It is in the future that I will finally avenge my father's death, when I will finally be able to look my mother in the eye and say that her husband killer has been brought to justice. I live for the future and I appreciate each moment for what it is because each moment leads me further into the future. That is just what life is.
Sydney Bristow tucked the small leather book into Vaughn's jacket pocket, turned around and made her way back to her car.
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To the average person who may have been passing by at the time (but then again who goes for a walk at 3am) You would have seen two people standing together on the pier, If you were closer you would have realised that one was male and the other female, if you got even closer you would see the adoration and sorrow in the mans eyes and the pain in the woman's get a little closer you may have heard the conversation between them but then again no one ever listened so no one ever knew..
***** Sydney Bristow was cold. Sure she was who asked Vaughn to stop sleeping and come to comfort her because once again she was having a hard time but still at 3am she couldn't help but notice how cold the weather was. Tears rolled down her face but she made not even the slightest effort to wipe them away in fact it was almost as if she didn't realised she was crying.
"When will it stop?" The man she was talking to thought about the question, the green eyes that made her weak in the knees were full of concern.
"I don't know," He said simply he reached down and brushed the tears away from her face. "I just don't know,"
"This is not what I wanted in life, I have learnt things I didn't ever want to know I would rather think that my mother was dead saint, I would rather not look at Arvin Sloane's face everyday and have to plaster on a smile, the only good thing about this is that I found myself someone who I can talk to about anything, but there is almost enough bad to cancel that out and the connection our parents have." She trailed off into a new batch of tears.
"Don't cry Syd, your mascara will run," a lame attempt at a joke and he knew it.
"Nope," she said with a crooked smile " I learnt from last time, it's waterproof."
He smiled at that then noticed the shivering.
"You look cold,"
"I'm FREEZING"
"Here take my Jacket," he handed her the garment pretended that he didn't feel the ice cold wind that was blowing He felt as if he had taken his shirt off as well.
"I better go," he said with regret evident in his voice.
"I might stand here for awhile," she said not ready to face her friends again just yet.
"I'll call you," he said like any friend would say to another but both knew what he meant.
He turned and walked back his car and she watched his back until he disappeared into the front seat of his car. Then she turned back to the sea. ***** If you had been on the pier that night you may have seen the young woman shove her hands in the jacket pockets, you may have seen the look of surprise as she came across a leather book and if you had edged closer you may have read the neat cursive on the pages.
I always told my father that keeping a Diary was for girls. That was my six-year-old logic but now after this year, when Sydney has been through stuff that with my old idea 'only boys should go through' I don't know what is for girls and what is for boys anymore. Only a couple of Highly placed agents know about my old status as a field agent and about the missions that changed it all that made me become a desk jockey. Eric Weiss is one of the lower placed agents that knows, he knows how the tattoo on my chest got there. It hurts him as much as me to talk about it so we never do.
I used to live in those past moments but I learnt something. The past is over; there is nothing that you can do to change it, so I look into the future. The future is where I will look Sydney Bristow in the eye, give her a hug and tell her Sd-6 is gone with the whole world watching, it is in the future that I will have a little boy or girl who looks just like me. It is in the future that I will finally avenge my father's death, when I will finally be able to look my mother in the eye and say that her husband killer has been brought to justice. I live for the future and I appreciate each moment for what it is because each moment leads me further into the future. That is just what life is.
Sydney Bristow tucked the small leather book into Vaughn's jacket pocket, turned around and made her way back to her car.
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