'I saw a flash of red out of the corner of my eye. Scully? Was that Scully? No, you see my Scully was beautiful. This woman... clearly... was not.
My Scully would have given up the world to be with me. Just as I would to be with her for even only a moment more. My Scully loved me as much as I loved her. And that's saying a lot.
My Scully was heaven. Everything about her was heaven. Heaven was her hair in the morning, each silky strand seemingly independent from another. Each silky, copper, strand banning together to form a brilliant fire red. All awaiting its daily transformation. Consisting of shampoo, conditioner, mouse, hairspray, and a sent that was just pure Scully. The way it gently flowed over my fingertips. How do I know that, you ask? Well, I used to watch her in the mornings. Hell, I was totally enthralled by my Scully.
Heaven was her eyes, blue as the sea, shinning in the noon sun. Her eyes once held the secrets to everything and anything. Her eyes were the porthole to her soul. You could see every emotion, every feeling that was held within. The things she never wanted you to see. The same eyes that held a stare which went cold as steel when dealing with a suspect, were gentle and caring and loving when directed at me.
Everything about her was heaven. Until it was taken away from me. No, that's not fair. Everything about her was and STILL IS heaven. God, if I could only go back now, save her, help her. It was my fault. It always was, but that is not the point.
Everywhere I look, I think I see a glimpse, just a small one, of my Scully. Every flash of coppery hair. Every clip of black or charcoal grey Ann Taylor. Every sight of three inch pumps. I think of her. Lord help me to get through the rest of my life for I swear to you, that I will live my life solely to honor her. No one else, ever again. Help me to make it though the next thirty or forty years, for that is too long for me to be away from my Scully.'
She stood above him, somewhere in the distance. Listening to every word. Every thought, just as she always did, but for the first time in six months, a tear escaped her eye, and she couldn't hold back the rest. One flowed after the other.
'Soon,' she thought. 'Soon I will see you again, I wish you would know. I wish you would move on. I never knew you loved me that much, as much as I loved you. As much as I still do. I wish that you didn't have to suffer in order to see me again. I wish you could live out the rest of your life, and be happy. God help him through this. I love him. As much as he loves me. And that's saying a lot.
