| Author: Minnie Rating: PG Fandom: Roswell Category: Max/Isabel Disclaimer: I can't hide it ... I don't own any of these characters. No infringement intended. Notes: Please do not archive elsewhere without permission. Spoilers for Season 1. No, I do NOT think they are brother and sister. They are hybrids, containing DNA from another species. Result: Mutation, evolution. Ergo, not related. To isabelnmax because she makes such wonderful fanart and loves this couple Archive Date: 2/3/2001 Isabel. Beautiful name, isn't it? A set of arbitary letters that combine to define loveliness. Or should I say, love. My love, that is ... She doesn't know. I don't want to tell her. Oh, she knows I love her, but she doesn't know I LOVE her. Not a brotherly love, not even a man-to-woman love but the kind of love one soul has for another, the kind that renders words useless and simpering. I hide it well. I hide it behind a wall of other humans and aliens because it's easier that way. They are safer, less threatening to my being. I can be almost anything around them. A friend, an alien, a savior, a king, even a soulmate. All very worthwhile personas. Everything good and noble and right in the world. With Isabel, it's a different story. I'm a different story. I can be just plain old Max with her. No titles, no labels, no addendums. She simply accepts that just as she accepts the fact that we're practically joined at the hip most of the time. That's what makes me love her. Her acceptance. And that's what also scares me into silence. Who am I really? Who is this plain old Max that Isabel readily accepts? Am I brother, friend, alien? Similar labels pop up as fast as I can reach for them but they all ring rather hollow. Not false, just hollow. Perhaps it's because ultimately, I am just this person who loves her. It's a scary thing. Love, I mean. It makes you lose control. I've gone through my whole life trying to control everything. People, events ... life ... death. Why? It gives me a purpose, makes me feel important. It makes me feel REAL. Isabel makes me feel ephemeral and fleeting, as though I no longer have substance. It's as though all that I am and all that I ever will be is this inexplicable mass with her at the center of it. I hate that. No, that's not true. I'm scared of that. Why? Because if I give in to it, I'd lose myself in this strange yet wonderful mass.. And I'm scared that along the way, I'd lose sight of her. Or worse, I'd lose her. And that's something I can never do. So I keep silent and keep my love for her hidden. So I can keep her forever. -End- HOME ROSWELL FAN FICTION FAN FICTION ROSWELL |
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