It was a really awful day outside. Rainy and overcast. But that's ok, it
suited me, and it suited what she was doing. Once a year for the past five
years, I've sat in this same spot, inside the parked car atop the crest of
the only hill in the cemetary. I watch her as she once again indulges in
this depressing ritual. Depressing, yes, and meaningful I guess.
She traces each letter of his name with an unsteady finger. Shaking from the cold or the emotion, I can't tell from this far away. She told me that she thinks of a memory with him on each letter. I don't know what she'll do when she runs out of memories.
I know she loves him. I know she'll always and that if he was still alive, this women would be with him, and not me. That's fine, I can deal with that. That just means it will be harder for me to make her forget him. Agent Vaughn was a good man, I'm sure, and he loved her, no doubt. But I love her, too. Where as my sole concern used to be myself, it is now myself and her. My new mission: have her love me as much as she loved him, if not more.
And I'll get there. Francie was thrilled when she found Sydney moving in with her kind yet strangly mysterious boyfriend. Will was less enthusiastic but I suspect his fake molars have something to do with it. He'll get past it one day, or he'll get out of Sydney's life.
My God, how did we get here? One day, maybe I'll sit down and list the events that paired me with her. I don't know, maybe it's destiny or fate or God's sence or irony. Sleeping with the enemy.
Slowly, she rises from her kneeling position, shrugs her jacket tighter onto her shoulders and walks back to the car. I wont say anything to her, she doesn't want me to. This is her tradition, not mine.
Yes, I know she still loves him more than me. But I can deal with that. Someday I'll get there. We both will.
*Please people, write more S/S fics, they're what I live for! Review.
She traces each letter of his name with an unsteady finger. Shaking from the cold or the emotion, I can't tell from this far away. She told me that she thinks of a memory with him on each letter. I don't know what she'll do when she runs out of memories.
I know she loves him. I know she'll always and that if he was still alive, this women would be with him, and not me. That's fine, I can deal with that. That just means it will be harder for me to make her forget him. Agent Vaughn was a good man, I'm sure, and he loved her, no doubt. But I love her, too. Where as my sole concern used to be myself, it is now myself and her. My new mission: have her love me as much as she loved him, if not more.
And I'll get there. Francie was thrilled when she found Sydney moving in with her kind yet strangly mysterious boyfriend. Will was less enthusiastic but I suspect his fake molars have something to do with it. He'll get past it one day, or he'll get out of Sydney's life.
My God, how did we get here? One day, maybe I'll sit down and list the events that paired me with her. I don't know, maybe it's destiny or fate or God's sence or irony. Sleeping with the enemy.
Slowly, she rises from her kneeling position, shrugs her jacket tighter onto her shoulders and walks back to the car. I wont say anything to her, she doesn't want me to. This is her tradition, not mine.
Yes, I know she still loves him more than me. But I can deal with that. Someday I'll get there. We both will.
*Please people, write more S/S fics, they're what I live for! Review.