Disclaimer: So, we've come to the end of this story; do I now own Alias? Nope, never have, never will.
A/N: Thanks so much for your inspiring reviews! And now the epilogue aka the story of a girl.
Epilogue The story of a girl
---Glory's POV---
I ran into the building soaking wet and not caring bout the glances and stares being thrown my way. My dripping hair clung to my face as I hurried past security and into the Ops center. My boots revealed my presence as I ran down the hall. Throwing open the door I found herself in the middle of a debriefing. Kendal and Dixon gave me looks of disapproval, the stronger one coming from Kendal.
"What do you want?" Kendal asked sternly.
"What wrong? Did something go wrong?" Dixon asked the woman more gentle than Kendal had.
I backed up into a wall and slid down it, my face streaming with tears. Dixon looked at Kendal perplexed while Kendal's face simply stated, 'This better be good'.
"Where's your team?" Dixon asked.
I wondered what to tell them, about the story of how Syd and Sark came to be. How could I tell them what I didn't know. How could I tell them the story of how friendship could make you sacrifice everything; how they had stayed behind for the intangible things; how they all deserved a respectable burial. For love conquers all.
This is the story of a girl
who cried a river and drowned the whole world
and while she looks so sad in photographs
I absolutely love her
when she smiles....
how many days in a year?
she woke up with hope but she only found tears
and I can be so insincere
making her promises never for real
as long as she stands there waiting
wearing the holes in the soles of her shoes
how many days disappear
when you look in the mirror so how do you choose?
Your clothes never wear as well the next day
and your hair never falls in quite the same way
you never seem to run out of things to say...
This is the story of a girl
who cried a river and drowned the whole world
and while she looks so sad in photographs
I absolutely love her
when she smiles....
How many lovers would stay?
Just to put up with this shit day after day
how did we wind up this way
watching our mouths for the words that we say
as long as we stand here waiting
wearing the clothes of the souls that we choose
how do we get there today
when we're walking to far for the price of our shoes
Your clothes never wear as well the next day
and your hair never falls in quite the same way
but you never seem to run out of things to say...
Looking up at my superiors I sobbed out, "They're dead."
Holding my knees and looking down, the tears still falling, I knew I would have to tell them what happened.
this is the story of a girl
who cried a river and drowned the whole world
and while she looks so sad and lonely there
I absolutley lover her
when she smiles...
Your clothes never wear as well the next day
and your hair never falls in quite the same way
you never seem to run out of things to say...
This is the story of a girl
who cried a river and drowned the whole world
and while she looks so sad in photographs
I absolutely love her....
this is the story of a girl
her pretty face she hid from the world
and while she looks so sad and lonely there
I absolutely love her....
Sydney's POV
I stared one last time at the building in which we had schemed and planed to take down evil organizations.
"I'll miss it." I whispered. "This life."
"Ready to go?" a voice asked from the driver's seat.
"I'll miss those naive bastards. Yea, I'm ready." I answered before we drove away.
This is the story of a... girl
who cried a river and drowned the whole world
and while she looks so sad in photographs
I absolutely love her
when she smiles....
oh when she smiles!....
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Make Sarkney, not war
lilspy