Chapter 3
I remember when
In a lover's whisper you said
No other man
Would ever share your bed
Well we both know
That's not been so
I wish I never let you go
Now, you found a better man instead
I wish you health and wealth
And a white house on a hill
And I, I hope you raise a family
Little boy and a little girl
A little more joy in this little old world
Well that would be enough for me...
"Do you think it's worth it?"
"What?"
"The pain. You know, the pain the arrow will eventually give you."
"...Yeah. It's definitely worth it. If I had to choose over never knowing that certain someone over knowing them and their love and then getting hurt, I would choose the pain."
"Yeah, me too."
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I remember when I first came over to your house. Honestly, it was the loveliest house I'd ever seen. I kept thinking how "Sydney" it was. I also remember thinking I had to clean up a lot before you came over.
You showed me around the kitchen, the living room, and the rooms. I kept thinking, "I'm finally get to see your room!" I had imagined what it would have looked liked. I was pretty close. A big bed, dark furniture, pictures adorning your walls. A perfect room. A beautiful, yet dark room. It seemed like a reflection of you.
That afternoon we spent all day talking. We talked about so many things, about life, death, family, friends, our childhood, and our previous pets. The subject of my father and your mother was never brought up. A subject that we each secretly dreaded speaking about, but pretended it didn't bother each of us to any extent.
Now that I think back on it, we rarely ever brought up my father. I would talk fondly about him, but I wouldn't really elaborate on the day that he didn't come home. We each had such fond memories of our childhood, and of our parents who left us at such young ages. I was afraid that, if we ever really talked about it, something would happen. Something would change. Such a delicate subject was to be handled later. We never really touched on the subject again.
You've met someone that you can share your life with, who probably had a normal child, a normal life, and can share his life with you. I really am glad for you, that you can have that normality and live a wonderful life and move on.
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"I would love to have two children. A boy and a girl. What about you?"
"Hmm...I think, no, I know I would definitely want a boy, and also a girl. Two would great, but three would probably be even better"
"Three?"
"Yeah three. Maybe two girls and a boy. Or possibly two boys and a girl. I would be happy with either"
"What about all girls"
"...All girls would be nice too."
"Really?"
"Yeah, really."
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As I walk around my apartment, getting ready for work, I see the invitation and take time to examine it. It really is a beautiful invitation, simple white on white with a lacy trimming, your name and your fiancés written in calligraphy. I sit down and wonder why you would even send me an invite to your wedding. Are you mocking me? Do you really want me to come after what I did?
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"I love you."
"I love you too."
Michael Vaughn slowly rubbed Sydney Bristow's shoulders, trying to ease to what not only seemed to her, but also to him, the weight of the world that she carried almost everyday on her shoulders. They were both sitting on what seemed to Michael as a perfect bed, in a perfect room, in a perfect house, for the perfect woman. The blankets were tossed, the sheets wrapped around Sydney, and the only light in the room was the two candles light on her bookshelf. Michael rested her shoulders and gave her a gentle kiss on her soft cheek.
"Vaughn..." Sydney looked Michael in the eye and he gave he raised his eyebrow and gave her a playful look, "Michael," she giggled slightly in the difference in name, "I want you to know that no matter what, I want to stay with you. I want you to be the only man who share my bed, share my good mornings, to share my goodnights. You mean so much to me, and I've wanted to tell you that for so long."
"Sydney, I love you so much. You are amazing, really, you are, and I would never hurt you. You know that. I'll always love you, forever."
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I'm really overcome with emotions when I think about my fondest memory with you. You were my everything, my only one and true love, and I, I was the one who screwed it up. I was the one that hurt you. I stooped so low as to keep this secret from you, that I lost you. I really hope that, no matter what, in your future life that you will have with your fiancé that your truly happy. But, if I'm there, will that change anything? Does me showing your wedding mend the bonds that have been broken, the hearts that have been shattered, and the years we've lost? I honestly don't know, and now I can't think about it since I've sat here for too muchlong and now officially five minutes late to work.
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TBC. Btw, if anyone sees anything wrong, or OOCness in there please point them out to me. I know very little about men. I have no brothers, go to an all girls school, and have 3 guy friends who I rarely talk to, so if I've made this too feminine then please let me know, I'd really appreciate it!
I remember when
In a lover's whisper you said
No other man
Would ever share your bed
Well we both know
That's not been so
I wish I never let you go
Now, you found a better man instead
I wish you health and wealth
And a white house on a hill
And I, I hope you raise a family
Little boy and a little girl
A little more joy in this little old world
Well that would be enough for me...
"Do you think it's worth it?"
"What?"
"The pain. You know, the pain the arrow will eventually give you."
"...Yeah. It's definitely worth it. If I had to choose over never knowing that certain someone over knowing them and their love and then getting hurt, I would choose the pain."
"Yeah, me too."
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I remember when I first came over to your house. Honestly, it was the loveliest house I'd ever seen. I kept thinking how "Sydney" it was. I also remember thinking I had to clean up a lot before you came over.
You showed me around the kitchen, the living room, and the rooms. I kept thinking, "I'm finally get to see your room!" I had imagined what it would have looked liked. I was pretty close. A big bed, dark furniture, pictures adorning your walls. A perfect room. A beautiful, yet dark room. It seemed like a reflection of you.
That afternoon we spent all day talking. We talked about so many things, about life, death, family, friends, our childhood, and our previous pets. The subject of my father and your mother was never brought up. A subject that we each secretly dreaded speaking about, but pretended it didn't bother each of us to any extent.
Now that I think back on it, we rarely ever brought up my father. I would talk fondly about him, but I wouldn't really elaborate on the day that he didn't come home. We each had such fond memories of our childhood, and of our parents who left us at such young ages. I was afraid that, if we ever really talked about it, something would happen. Something would change. Such a delicate subject was to be handled later. We never really touched on the subject again.
You've met someone that you can share your life with, who probably had a normal child, a normal life, and can share his life with you. I really am glad for you, that you can have that normality and live a wonderful life and move on.
------------------------
"I would love to have two children. A boy and a girl. What about you?"
"Hmm...I think, no, I know I would definitely want a boy, and also a girl. Two would great, but three would probably be even better"
"Three?"
"Yeah three. Maybe two girls and a boy. Or possibly two boys and a girl. I would be happy with either"
"What about all girls"
"...All girls would be nice too."
"Really?"
"Yeah, really."
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As I walk around my apartment, getting ready for work, I see the invitation and take time to examine it. It really is a beautiful invitation, simple white on white with a lacy trimming, your name and your fiancés written in calligraphy. I sit down and wonder why you would even send me an invite to your wedding. Are you mocking me? Do you really want me to come after what I did?
----------------------
"I love you."
"I love you too."
Michael Vaughn slowly rubbed Sydney Bristow's shoulders, trying to ease to what not only seemed to her, but also to him, the weight of the world that she carried almost everyday on her shoulders. They were both sitting on what seemed to Michael as a perfect bed, in a perfect room, in a perfect house, for the perfect woman. The blankets were tossed, the sheets wrapped around Sydney, and the only light in the room was the two candles light on her bookshelf. Michael rested her shoulders and gave her a gentle kiss on her soft cheek.
"Vaughn..." Sydney looked Michael in the eye and he gave he raised his eyebrow and gave her a playful look, "Michael," she giggled slightly in the difference in name, "I want you to know that no matter what, I want to stay with you. I want you to be the only man who share my bed, share my good mornings, to share my goodnights. You mean so much to me, and I've wanted to tell you that for so long."
"Sydney, I love you so much. You are amazing, really, you are, and I would never hurt you. You know that. I'll always love you, forever."
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I'm really overcome with emotions when I think about my fondest memory with you. You were my everything, my only one and true love, and I, I was the one who screwed it up. I was the one that hurt you. I stooped so low as to keep this secret from you, that I lost you. I really hope that, no matter what, in your future life that you will have with your fiancé that your truly happy. But, if I'm there, will that change anything? Does me showing your wedding mend the bonds that have been broken, the hearts that have been shattered, and the years we've lost? I honestly don't know, and now I can't think about it since I've sat here for too muchlong and now officially five minutes late to work.
_______
TBC. Btw, if anyone sees anything wrong, or OOCness in there please point them out to me. I know very little about men. I have no brothers, go to an all girls school, and have 3 guy friends who I rarely talk to, so if I've made this too feminine then please let me know, I'd really appreciate it!