Mind prints
Written by: StefM
Date written: Friday July 9th,1999
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Tittle: Mind prints
Rating: PG.
Spoilers: none to my knowledge
Summary: Mulder's thoughts when Scully dies an unexpected
death.... Its really sad, but read it!
Category: I'm not quite sure. MSR
Key words: MSR, UST, Character death, but read it anyway.
Disclaimer: none of the character's featured in my story
that do or have appeared on The x-files in the past
belong to me. they are the property and productions of
Chris Carter, Fox home Entertainment and 1013 productions.
No copyright infringement intended.
Author's note: This is a quick story that came to my
mind one night when I was getting ready to watch "The
Love connection." do not forget that I am only 13 and
thrive on feedback to keep writing. send any comments
to stef@dcci.com. Thank you. and on with the story...
Mind prints....
July 17th, 1999
My heart feels as if shattered into thousands
of pieces on the floor. The pain never ceases. I
have lost my life, my love, my will....
I can't believe that it happened... It's so
unbelievable that the very thing that should have
built my heart has shattered it just as if a delicate
vase of thin ceramic walls awaiting its shattering fate.
She's gone. again disappeared into the shadowy
depths of the unknown. It all started a few months ago.
I remember it as if it happened yesterday, when in
reality it's been several weeks. My heart grows
with anguish with each day passing.
Such a beautiful life.... such a beautiful face..
all wasted. What is god's will when he places a being
on earth only to be removed. To die. To fall to the
unknown depths of heaven or hell.
I can feel her presence with me. My heart aches
to tell you as it happens. It longs to release the
pains of passion that were so brutally destroyed.
Well, here is the story... the thing that so
painfully shattered my heart and I will to wither
and choke beneath its seemingly evil chords for
taking her away from me. From killing me too...
For killing my soul....
It had happened nearly four months ago. She had
become deathly ill. We had spent the months before
that in a jumble of emotions and of assorted feelings.
One day, She came into my apartment, failing to
knock. There were tears pooling in her beautiful
eyes and anguish marred her china-doll face. I knew
as my heart sunk that something was terribly wrong.
For she was pale and drawn, her strong flames that
shone with such intensity that you could feel it,
had disappears. That magical drive.
She told me the most heart shattering news that
could have ever been emitted from her lips. "I'm
dying." She said it simply and with such integrity
and strength that it made me feel like I was being
torn into a million pieces.
She explained to me that the cancer, the one that
had nearly ruined our lives had returned with vengeance.
With every passing week, day, hour, minute, I could
see it in her. She grew weaker. And weaker.
I could feel her corroding beneath me as the strength
that she once possessed, simply disappeared with the
delicacy of the crossfire of wind on a sodden candle.
She was close. She said that she could feel it.
That night, in the hospital, I lay down next to her
and felt as she lay her head down next to me and
finally went into the internal slumber that had been
such a menace before seemed much as the devil slamming
his fire-ladden fist into my flesh. I left my body
after the painful wails were silent.
I could feel myself floating as the mind prints
of her beautiful and vibrant face was energetic
and smiling. Now I see nothing.
My eyes came back alive as I finally became aware
of her body still alive.
I hear something. Something faint....
" I love you, Mulder..." She said with a last string
of breath and I felt her body grow cold against mine.
My wails were of pain and of anguish that my only
love had been taken from me....I felt a part of me die.
That was when I knew it was over...
That week, the people at the office faced me with pity.
with the die-hard jokes that never seemed to stop. I
didn't care though. Skinner was taking it rather
harshly. He had been very snappy. I know what he feels
like. It feels like every rock in the world, every heaven,
and every mountain came upon me.
After that, I shut down the x-files. I could no longer
go on.
But now I accept it, but not without grief. I know
that she is looking down upon me from the stars and loving
me. I can feel it in every beat of my heart. I still have
her soul. And if even only that, at least I know she loves
me.
I know now that I can wake up each morning and say
"I love you" and feel the faint flutter in my heart
because I know that she's answering back.
I miss you. and I love you.
Good bye....
The End.
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to speak. Send all feedback to stef@dcci.com...
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