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Last Chapter Lines:
" Please, just marry me."
"Oh, Vaughn," she whispered, tears streaming down her cheeks, "Why are you so good? Why are you so good to me?"
I wipe away a tear with my thumb and then bring my hand under her chin to lift her face and see her eyes.
And then she nods and gives me her hand. And as I slip the ring on her finger, my grief goes away. And even though I know that it will come back soon enough, I know that I will cherish my last moments with Sydney. My fiancé.
We just sit there like that for a while, her hand in mine, my eyes on her, a sad smile on her face. But I'm so happy that I feel like it should be illegal. I look up at her, smile deeply into her eyes and wait for her to say something.
"We're doing the right thing right? I mean, we aren't going to regret this in the future? I want you to understand that if you ever regret asking me-" I place a hand softly over her mouth.
"Sydney, did you not hear anything I said? I want to do this. No one forced me, no one guilted me into doing it. I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you." As I say this phrase over and over softly, I find my face getting closer to hers. Her eyes widen and then she gives in and she lets me brush my lips against hers.
It's only a touch but it's one that I can revel in. I have finally kissed Sydney Bristow. And somehow, it feels as if my life is complete. Holding her in my arms, singing her softly to sleep, seeing her face when I wake up. . . those will be the things I cherish. The memories that I will hold close to my heart. I kiss her eyelids closed and gently help her to lay back down on the bed. I smooth the few strands of hair that lie on her face and smile. Or try to smile.
The tears have filled my eyes again. I know that she wanted to protect me from this. I know that now I will constantly be worried about her; more worried than I ever have been if that is even possible. Because now I am allowed to love her and I am allowed to spend my life thinking about her happiness and how much she means to me. And I realize that I have managed to withhold a part of my brain from Sydney Bristow. But now that I can think about her, I do. Incessantly. When she is gone, I will never be able to close that again. My grief will multiply. But I am willing to go through anything for one second of her love.
Just to be with her makes every other goal and danger pale.
I feel a soft touch at my face, her own finger brushing against my eyes and wiping the tears away. "I'm not in pain Vaughn. Don't worry. You are my medicine; you have made me the happiest woman ever to be alive and nothing can touch me now." She smiles softly at me and I am filled with love. And it's a love that I have never in my life known before.
It's a love that makes me want to shelter, protect, cherish, pray for, make love to, have babies with, laugh with, cry with, cook with, live with, and die with Sydney Bristow.
And I would not give that up for anything. I bend down and kiss her cheek, my eyes still moist. She is lovely.
"Vaughn. Will you do something for me?"
I look at her. "Of course Sydney, I'll do anything you want."
"Just. . . hold me."
I stand there for a minute, not knowing exactly how to manage that. I walk over to the other side of the bed and look at her. She's sleeping already, breathing softly. I could leave but I can't. She asked me to do something for her and it breaks my heart that I don't know how.
Softly, I climb onto the bed with her, not knowing if this is allowed. I don't care. I lie next to her and wrap her in my arms. It feels right. Perfect. I was born to hold Sydney Bristow. And as I slightly tighten my grasp around her waist, I swear I see her lips curve into a smile.
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Last Chapter Lines:
" Please, just marry me."
"Oh, Vaughn," she whispered, tears streaming down her cheeks, "Why are you so good? Why are you so good to me?"
I wipe away a tear with my thumb and then bring my hand under her chin to lift her face and see her eyes.
And then she nods and gives me her hand. And as I slip the ring on her finger, my grief goes away. And even though I know that it will come back soon enough, I know that I will cherish my last moments with Sydney. My fiancé.
We just sit there like that for a while, her hand in mine, my eyes on her, a sad smile on her face. But I'm so happy that I feel like it should be illegal. I look up at her, smile deeply into her eyes and wait for her to say something.
"We're doing the right thing right? I mean, we aren't going to regret this in the future? I want you to understand that if you ever regret asking me-" I place a hand softly over her mouth.
"Sydney, did you not hear anything I said? I want to do this. No one forced me, no one guilted me into doing it. I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you." As I say this phrase over and over softly, I find my face getting closer to hers. Her eyes widen and then she gives in and she lets me brush my lips against hers.
It's only a touch but it's one that I can revel in. I have finally kissed Sydney Bristow. And somehow, it feels as if my life is complete. Holding her in my arms, singing her softly to sleep, seeing her face when I wake up. . . those will be the things I cherish. The memories that I will hold close to my heart. I kiss her eyelids closed and gently help her to lay back down on the bed. I smooth the few strands of hair that lie on her face and smile. Or try to smile.
The tears have filled my eyes again. I know that she wanted to protect me from this. I know that now I will constantly be worried about her; more worried than I ever have been if that is even possible. Because now I am allowed to love her and I am allowed to spend my life thinking about her happiness and how much she means to me. And I realize that I have managed to withhold a part of my brain from Sydney Bristow. But now that I can think about her, I do. Incessantly. When she is gone, I will never be able to close that again. My grief will multiply. But I am willing to go through anything for one second of her love.
Just to be with her makes every other goal and danger pale.
I feel a soft touch at my face, her own finger brushing against my eyes and wiping the tears away. "I'm not in pain Vaughn. Don't worry. You are my medicine; you have made me the happiest woman ever to be alive and nothing can touch me now." She smiles softly at me and I am filled with love. And it's a love that I have never in my life known before.
It's a love that makes me want to shelter, protect, cherish, pray for, make love to, have babies with, laugh with, cry with, cook with, live with, and die with Sydney Bristow.
And I would not give that up for anything. I bend down and kiss her cheek, my eyes still moist. She is lovely.
"Vaughn. Will you do something for me?"
I look at her. "Of course Sydney, I'll do anything you want."
"Just. . . hold me."
I stand there for a minute, not knowing exactly how to manage that. I walk over to the other side of the bed and look at her. She's sleeping already, breathing softly. I could leave but I can't. She asked me to do something for her and it breaks my heart that I don't know how.
Softly, I climb onto the bed with her, not knowing if this is allowed. I don't care. I lie next to her and wrap her in my arms. It feels right. Perfect. I was born to hold Sydney Bristow. And as I slightly tighten my grasp around her waist, I swear I see her lips curve into a smile.
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