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As I stare at the wall tears blur my vision. I remember seeing Scully in the very bed I sit on. I remember how sweet she looked with her eyes closed and her auburn hair streaming across the pillow like a silent fire. I remember the angel like look on her face. I remember how her eyes fluttered open. Oh and her eyes I could get lost in them forever. Blue pools, so sweet, so angelic.
I remember the argument. I remember everything. I remember how her eyes turned an evil shade of green. They lost their sweet angelic blue and turned a horrible green. She asked me how I could honestly sit there and say that I would only bring her pain.
She drew her legs up to her chest and crossed them at her ankles. She rapped her arms around them and she rocked in anger. Then she looked at me, her eyes made of pure anger. She must have seen the pain in mine because her eyes softened. She came over and hugged me. She told I wasn't the problem. I told her I was I told her to go find the normal life she longed for. Her eyes turned green again and she left.
I hadn't seen her since then. But I always had the hope. The hope that she might return my calls. The hope that she might answer the door. The hope that the child now obviously growing inside of her was mine. But she was seeing someone else then. Now she wore a ring. It may as well have been the signature to my death.
Today was the day she answered the door. Today was the day I saw that ring. Today was the day I left her hallway never to return. As a raise the gun to my head, I put the note where I know she will see it. For I know she will be the one to find me. The note is but two sentences long. But it need be no longer.
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I was coming to tell him I was wrong. I left because I thought he didn't love me, I left because I thought he didn't care. But now I realize him telling me to go was his way of saying he loved me too much to hurt me. But I saw the pain in his eyes. As soon as he saw my ring, his eyes flashed of anger and jealousy, love and hate. But most of all, self-regret.
I was coming down his hall when I heard the loud noise. I feared the worst from the start but I kept telling my self no. I drew my gun and opened the door (I still had my key). I looked around the apartment and the site I saw confirmed my worst fear.
There lay lifeless Mulder, gun next to him, and blood next to his head. I dropped to my knees next to the bed and grabbed his arm. It was still warm so I checked for a pulse. None, he must have just done it. I was right, his hands began to turn to ice. Tears formed in my eyes as I asked God why.
There laying on Mulder's chest was my answer. A note..
"I Love you Scully. But I can't live without you."
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As I stare at the wall tears blur my vision. I remember seeing Scully in the very bed I sit on. I remember how sweet she looked with her eyes closed and her auburn hair streaming across the pillow like a silent fire. I remember the angel like look on her face. I remember how her eyes fluttered open. Oh and her eyes I could get lost in them forever. Blue pools, so sweet, so angelic.
I remember the argument. I remember everything. I remember how her eyes turned an evil shade of green. They lost their sweet angelic blue and turned a horrible green. She asked me how I could honestly sit there and say that I would only bring her pain.
She drew her legs up to her chest and crossed them at her ankles. She rapped her arms around them and she rocked in anger. Then she looked at me, her eyes made of pure anger. She must have seen the pain in mine because her eyes softened. She came over and hugged me. She told I wasn't the problem. I told her I was I told her to go find the normal life she longed for. Her eyes turned green again and she left.
I hadn't seen her since then. But I always had the hope. The hope that she might return my calls. The hope that she might answer the door. The hope that the child now obviously growing inside of her was mine. But she was seeing someone else then. Now she wore a ring. It may as well have been the signature to my death.
Today was the day she answered the door. Today was the day I saw that ring. Today was the day I left her hallway never to return. As a raise the gun to my head, I put the note where I know she will see it. For I know she will be the one to find me. The note is but two sentences long. But it need be no longer.
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I was coming to tell him I was wrong. I left because I thought he didn't love me, I left because I thought he didn't care. But now I realize him telling me to go was his way of saying he loved me too much to hurt me. But I saw the pain in his eyes. As soon as he saw my ring, his eyes flashed of anger and jealousy, love and hate. But most of all, self-regret.
I was coming down his hall when I heard the loud noise. I feared the worst from the start but I kept telling my self no. I drew my gun and opened the door (I still had my key). I looked around the apartment and the site I saw confirmed my worst fear.
There lay lifeless Mulder, gun next to him, and blood next to his head. I dropped to my knees next to the bed and grabbed his arm. It was still warm so I checked for a pulse. None, he must have just done it. I was right, his hands began to turn to ice. Tears formed in my eyes as I asked God why.
There laying on Mulder's chest was my answer. A note..
"I Love you Scully. But I can't live without you."