Diary
Today is another of the days where my mortality is in the forefront of my mind. Mulder, it feels like only yesterday that we first met. I remember the long trip down to the basement. I didn't think the elevator would go that far down.
I recall the feel of the door beneath my knuckles as I knocked, and your response, "Nobody down here but the FBIs most unwanted."
Today, in this moment, I look back fondly on those times. Neither of us knew back then where things would lead us – that we would end up here. How could we have even imagined?
Mulder, I know this must sound confronting, or like I regret following you on the path we have taken. Understand that I don't regret anything. What I am trying to say is merely that together we have gone far, and that as I write this I am glad that my time so far has been spent with you on your mission – ours now – to find the truth.
Life is short. It's an overused cliché, but it is one truth I am now very much aware of. With that in mind, know I am very serious when I tell you that I wouldn't change a thing. And I hope that you feel that way too.
fin.
