Show No Emotion

Spoilers: No

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A/N: This takes place after Truth Takes Time. Tenses in this story will change. When it is in first person POV, it will be in present tense. When it is in third person POV, it will be in past.

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2 Years Later…

Sark ,

It's been two years since I last saw you. It's been two years since I last talked to you. It's been two years since you made me a promise that we would be together. I can't wait for you anymore. What I mean is, I can't wait for you anymore. I told you a few letters ago that Vaughn proposed. That was six months ago, and it took me three months after that I realize that I need to let you go. So I'm going to let you go now, Sark . Even though you haven't and never will get any of the letters I've written, I feel like I need to let you know what I'm feeling. Vaughn…or Michael, rather, and I are got married today. The ceremony was four hours ago, and I'm sitting in the bathroom during our reception, writing this to assure myself that you aren't coming back. We aren't going to be together like you promised. And I think I've accepted that. I have accepted that. So here I am, looking at my wedding ring, thinking about how my life would change if you suddenly showed up. It wouldn't. I would still love Michael. I would still love my husband, and you wouldn't be able to change that. Not this time.
You said that the day we'd be together would be the day I understood why you left me standing in the middle of an old, abandoned parking lot, wondering if I would ever see you again. You didn't really love me, did you? Maybe I'm just being selfish, but if you had really loved me, you wouldn't have left. What we had ended before it even began. You realize that, don't you? I cried so much over you the last two years. I didn't know whether you were dead or alive. I didn't know if you were hurt somewhere, or dying, or…anything. I lost so much because of you. What you need to understand is, I don't hate you. I could never hate you, not after what we went through. But you have to know that if you walked into my reception today, I wouldn't go off with you. I am staying faithful to Michael, and nothing you do or say will change my mind. You know, it's funny. I don't know who I'm trying to convince.

With Love,

Sydney Bristow-Vaughn

To be continued in the sequel, "One Wedding and a Funeral."