Sydney walked into her house. Francie was asleep, and Will was
somewhere doing something for Vaughn. Vaughn. He was all that she could
think about. He meant the world to her. But she couldn't tell him,
because it would only hurt them both. Their attempt at a date had of
course failed. They were almost killed. She sat on the couch, staring
aimlessly off into space. If only she could talk to him. On sudden
impulse, she decided to email him. She sat down at her laptop, and began
to type.
To: BoyScout47@confidential.cia
From: Freelancer@rambaldi.sd6
Subject: --
Dear Vaughn,
I know. your expecting this email to have something to do with our work. But, it doesn't. I need so badly to talk to you. I know that in the past you've told me I can call you for anything. But this time I can't.
I know that we feel for each other. I also know, that we tried to go out on a date. but it ended badly. Did I ever tell you? I regret. that I didn't kiss you goodnight. I never forgave myself for walking away. I hope you can.
I realize that this is against protocol. But I really do love you. Or more, I admire you. Your smart. brilliant. I really love working with you. It's great to be able to see you as much as I do. As much as I want SD-6 to go away. I think I'll miss you. Our midnight meetings, and dead drop appointments.
I never told you, that I cried. When you were in the hospital after being in contact with that disease from the Rambaldi artifact, I cried. When I finally stopped, I did something about it. I came to see you, and get your blood. Then Alice came over to me. She was crying. I told her that I was Rita Stevens, and that I worked at the Bureau of State with you. Then she told me that she was your girlfriend. then I started to cry all over again.
I realize, that nothing could ever come of writing a simple email, and telling you how I feel. But I guess that it was worth a shot. Now, the ball is in your court. What could happen? Either you say you love me too. and we try to go out again. Or you tell me that we simply can't. Then everything stays as it is. Oh yeah, I ask that if you are dating Alice. don't tell me. It rips my heart apart to know that I can't have you, but she can.
See you at the warehouse. -Sydney A. Bristow
Sydney looked the letter over thoughtfully, with a smile. She pressed her finger against the mouse pad, and moved the mouse towards the send button. Then sighed, and shook her head. She moved the mouse overtop of the button titled: "Delete". She closed her eyes, and clicked. When she opened her eyes again, the letter was gone. But at least she knew how she truly felt.
To: BoyScout47@confidential.cia
From: Freelancer@rambaldi.sd6
Subject: --
Dear Vaughn,
I know. your expecting this email to have something to do with our work. But, it doesn't. I need so badly to talk to you. I know that in the past you've told me I can call you for anything. But this time I can't.
I know that we feel for each other. I also know, that we tried to go out on a date. but it ended badly. Did I ever tell you? I regret. that I didn't kiss you goodnight. I never forgave myself for walking away. I hope you can.
I realize that this is against protocol. But I really do love you. Or more, I admire you. Your smart. brilliant. I really love working with you. It's great to be able to see you as much as I do. As much as I want SD-6 to go away. I think I'll miss you. Our midnight meetings, and dead drop appointments.
I never told you, that I cried. When you were in the hospital after being in contact with that disease from the Rambaldi artifact, I cried. When I finally stopped, I did something about it. I came to see you, and get your blood. Then Alice came over to me. She was crying. I told her that I was Rita Stevens, and that I worked at the Bureau of State with you. Then she told me that she was your girlfriend. then I started to cry all over again.
I realize, that nothing could ever come of writing a simple email, and telling you how I feel. But I guess that it was worth a shot. Now, the ball is in your court. What could happen? Either you say you love me too. and we try to go out again. Or you tell me that we simply can't. Then everything stays as it is. Oh yeah, I ask that if you are dating Alice. don't tell me. It rips my heart apart to know that I can't have you, but she can.
See you at the warehouse. -Sydney A. Bristow
Sydney looked the letter over thoughtfully, with a smile. She pressed her finger against the mouse pad, and moved the mouse towards the send button. Then sighed, and shook her head. She moved the mouse overtop of the button titled: "Delete". She closed her eyes, and clicked. When she opened her eyes again, the letter was gone. But at least she knew how she truly felt.