Chapter Two:
I thought of writing sad words
Of how it used to be
But I didn't want to bring you down
I guess the bells ring pretty well
There without me
Don't worry about me baby
I'd wear the thorny crown
I would play the clown...
"So when the arrow hits you...how much do you think it hurts?
"Hmm…I'm not sure. I think it hurts a lot."
"But, there's good pain and bad pain right?"
"Yeah. I'm thinking this is definitely a good pain."
"Yeah...have you been hit by the arrow ever?"
"I think I have. Definitely...yeah."
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It's raining today. Like the day you left. I still work at the CIA, and have had few assets. I've only lost two assets in my life, you and Trisha. Trisha was a very good agent, not quite as good as you were, but very good. There was a malfunctioning in the transmitters and she was caught and killed. Since then I decided to change jobs. I became an analyst. I have to admit, I guess I'm getting much better at what I do, but I do still miss you.
Do you ever think of me?
That thought plagues me everyday. What happened to Sydney Bristow? Where did she move to, did she find someone else? Is she married, does she still work for the CIA?
Slowly these questions were answered. I found out that you moved to Washington, D.C and worked at Langley. You still went out on missions, and were a top agent for the CIA. But I haven't talked to you since you left. I think back on that night you showed up at my apartment and how you were torn inside. What was I thinking to tell you what I found through my research? I must have broken you. Every time I think of this, I can't seem to forgive myself for hurting you.
All my questions have been answered though. You're getting married, and hopefully going to live an extremely happy life. The card is very simple, and I'm surprised I even received one. The wedding's going to be in D.C, and your fiancée is Benjamin Johnson McKay. Sounds like he's a nice guy.
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"So she really left?" Agent Weiss pulled out some files from a drawer in Vaughn's office. He flipped through the manila colored files until he found it. It was huge, larger than any agent's file. Her statement was in there, which was honestly Tolstoy long, her records of different missions completed, and her personal record. Her whole life was in the folder.
Agent Michael Vaughn took a deep sigh, "Yeah. She left. " He ran his hand through his already disheveled hair, thinking out what had happened the previous night. 'That was definitely the worst god-awful fight I've ever had with someone' he thought to himself. Weiss could tell by the dark rings under his eyes that Vaughn had gotten almost no sleep that night.
"Look, Mike. I can see why she's pissed. I honestly understand her reasoning. And, I know that you have extremely strong feelings towards her, feelings that shouldn't even be there. But now, you need to get this through you thickheaded mind, she left. She's gone. There's nothing you can do but move on."
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Move on. I distinctly remember when Weiss told me that. I always thought that moving on meant forgetting your past, leaving it behind, totally wiping it from your memory. I've learned in these past four years that moving on means living with it. Living with the pain, dealing with it, because honestly I don't think I could ever forget you. I know that the hardest part of moving on is no looking back, and living with what you have.
Does moving on include going to your wedding?
I thought of writing sad words
Of how it used to be
But I didn't want to bring you down
I guess the bells ring pretty well
There without me
Don't worry about me baby
I'd wear the thorny crown
I would play the clown...
"So when the arrow hits you...how much do you think it hurts?
"Hmm…I'm not sure. I think it hurts a lot."
"But, there's good pain and bad pain right?"
"Yeah. I'm thinking this is definitely a good pain."
"Yeah...have you been hit by the arrow ever?"
"I think I have. Definitely...yeah."
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It's raining today. Like the day you left. I still work at the CIA, and have had few assets. I've only lost two assets in my life, you and Trisha. Trisha was a very good agent, not quite as good as you were, but very good. There was a malfunctioning in the transmitters and she was caught and killed. Since then I decided to change jobs. I became an analyst. I have to admit, I guess I'm getting much better at what I do, but I do still miss you.
Do you ever think of me?
That thought plagues me everyday. What happened to Sydney Bristow? Where did she move to, did she find someone else? Is she married, does she still work for the CIA?
Slowly these questions were answered. I found out that you moved to Washington, D.C and worked at Langley. You still went out on missions, and were a top agent for the CIA. But I haven't talked to you since you left. I think back on that night you showed up at my apartment and how you were torn inside. What was I thinking to tell you what I found through my research? I must have broken you. Every time I think of this, I can't seem to forgive myself for hurting you.
All my questions have been answered though. You're getting married, and hopefully going to live an extremely happy life. The card is very simple, and I'm surprised I even received one. The wedding's going to be in D.C, and your fiancée is Benjamin Johnson McKay. Sounds like he's a nice guy.
___________
"So she really left?" Agent Weiss pulled out some files from a drawer in Vaughn's office. He flipped through the manila colored files until he found it. It was huge, larger than any agent's file. Her statement was in there, which was honestly Tolstoy long, her records of different missions completed, and her personal record. Her whole life was in the folder.
Agent Michael Vaughn took a deep sigh, "Yeah. She left. " He ran his hand through his already disheveled hair, thinking out what had happened the previous night. 'That was definitely the worst god-awful fight I've ever had with someone' he thought to himself. Weiss could tell by the dark rings under his eyes that Vaughn had gotten almost no sleep that night.
"Look, Mike. I can see why she's pissed. I honestly understand her reasoning. And, I know that you have extremely strong feelings towards her, feelings that shouldn't even be there. But now, you need to get this through you thickheaded mind, she left. She's gone. There's nothing you can do but move on."
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Move on. I distinctly remember when Weiss told me that. I always thought that moving on meant forgetting your past, leaving it behind, totally wiping it from your memory. I've learned in these past four years that moving on means living with it. Living with the pain, dealing with it, because honestly I don't think I could ever forget you. I know that the hardest part of moving on is no looking back, and living with what you have.
Does moving on include going to your wedding?