Notes: Tag to 8.01.
Longing
Scully longed for Mulder as she had longed for nothing and no one else in her entire life. She longed to see his deep brown eyes and his messy hair. She longed to heart his voice, his laugh. She longed for his touch.
She also knew that her chances of seeing him again were slim.
All that she had left of him to hold onto were the memories: the first time they met, the wacky and often hard to explain cases and phenomena that they had encountered together, the nights they spent together, drinking and watching black and white movies on TV, while keeping each other company.
It wasn't much but it was something. It was something that would never leave her mind or her heart for as long as she lived. She didn't want to forget. Even if she wanted to, she couldn't.
While reality clearly told her that Mulder was truly lost to her, she had a feeling in her gut that it, reality, was wrong. Working on the X files for so long must have rubbed off on her, because that part of her couldn't help but believe that everything would be okay, that Mulder would be okay, that reality was lying to her and to everyone else on the path of finding Mulder.
Reality was lying in telling them all that Mulder was dead.
She longed more than anything for that to be true.
fin.
