AN: Previous Posts didn't want to show the asterisks between each paragraph so I replaced them with XXX. Happy Reading!

Chapter VI

They sat at a bench at the side of the column of Zygmund III. She shivered as the cold wind blew around her. He put an arm around her she shuddered even more as his cold hands embraced her pulling her closer. She had just rearranged her life and things were going perfectly. Work, Home, Vaughn, but being with Sark just put a new light on things. He was different.

"Sydney?" The question suddenly shook Sydney back into reality. "Were you even listening to what I just said?" he smiled.

"What? Oh… Sorry" she replied straightening Sark's collar. "Go ahead"

"Well, I was thinking…" he paused.

"What? What is it?" she asked staring into his confused face.

"It doesn't matter." He replied dully before smiling, "I'll tell you later."

"But-?" he dragged her away in mid-sentence and led her towards the evenly shaped houses on the right-hand side of the square where their new Polish Fiat stood parked.

XXX

"Everything I am,
And everything in me,
Wants to be the one you wanted me to be.
I'll never let you down,
Even if I could,
Give up everything,
If only for your good"

3 Doors Down- When I'm Gone

He listened as the pumping music filtered through his ears.

My life in a verse

He poured the wine into the crystal glass and watched as Sydney got up from her chair and sprinted to a china plate and stuffed a choc-chip cookie into her mouth.

Sark stared at her, confused.

"Sorry," she mumbled through biscuit "Was the last one!" she blushed.

She could be herself around him. She wanted to be herself around him. It wasn't like Vaughn who wanted to keep up appearances. They were classified as boring. Boring, boring, boring! The only exciting thing that Syd and Vaughn ever did was going on missions, but even a mission-free life with Sark seemed more promising than anything Vaughn could give her. But Vaughn could give her safety, something which Sark; however hard he tried could never offer.

But I'm in too deep

XXX

He watched as the thick red blood blotted her blouse. The sweet scent of life disappeared from her body as she slowly tumbled to the ground. His tears tangled themselves with the wet drops of cold rain on his face as he scooped her limp corpse into his arms. He had let this happen. He had killed her. The woman he loved, gone, forever.

He jerked in his bed and dabbed his forehead with the sheets. He needed to get Sydney back, back in his life, back into his apartment. It had been so dreary here without her. The kitchen haunted him of his past memories, making him wonder if he'd ever see her cheerful face around the office, her laugh re-illuminating the grey walls as her bouncing steps echoed around her. He needed her more than ever. He wanted to make amends for everything she had been through, with Lauren, with Sark and her father but now he found it difficult getting up in the morning knowing she wouldn't be there beside him.

God help me get through today.