Time does not bring relief
Title: Time does not bring relief
Author: gingham-frocks-rock
Email: MSR. app. 100 word.
Keywords: Scully
Spoilers: none – this is all in my head Disclaimer: She's not mine sob
Summary: Scully post-Mulder's death
Archive: Let me know please. Author's Note: Don't know when I wrote this. But I obviously had the blues. Feedback: If you want to :-)
Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
I want him at the shrinking of the tide;
The old snows melt from every mountain-side,
And last year's leaves are smoke in every lane;
But last year's bitter loving must remain
Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide.
There are a hundred places where I fear
To go - so with his memory they brim.
And entering with relief some quiet place
Where never fell his foot or shone his face
I say, 'There is no memory of him here!'
And so stand stricken, so remembering him.
-Edna St Vincent Millay
She stands alone; a petite woman in black, arching her slender neck so her nose tips skyward. There is a graceful strength about her face, a stubborn chin, jutted outwards now, perhaps in anger, or maybe in grief. The cold winter wind plays with her auburn hair, exposing the nape of her neck but she appears not to feel the cold; all the while staring at the darkening sky.
She remembered what he had told her. With that slow curl of lip that always left her wondering what he was really thinking,…that souls collected in the sky, that stars- they were…
The memory faded, though his smile stayed with her, always.