From: Danielle Ranee Date: Mon, 19 Mar 2001 03:33:44 -0800 (PST) Subject: Dear Mulder By Destiny's Rose Source: direct Title: Dear Mulder By: Destiny's Rose Note: This is not my story-posting for a friend who, BTW stole my email address. I'm danamuldermd@yahoo.com Can you see any simularities? Title: Dear Mulder Author: Destiny's Rose Rating: PG Classification: VA-Vignette/Angst Contact: agentdanamuldermd@yahoo.com Spoilers: None Keywords: None Summary: Scully reveals her true feelings to Mulder. Disclaimer: Oh! IwishIwishIwish! The X-Files and characters therein belong to Chris Carter, 1013 Productions and Fox Television. Author's Note: This came to me in a dream and I just had to get it out. Feedback: Drop a line and let me know what you think. agentdanamuldermd@yahoo.com (Please use the story title as the subject line so I know it's safe to open) Okay, Here we go! Dear Mulder, I write this letter in hope that you will at least receive it in the event that things do not go the way I so pray they do, and in hope that perhaps it will give you a sense of closure. For although I know that with each second I write this, with every word that is written, you are searching for me-I also know that with every minute that passes I get weaker. Mulder, as warm tears stream down your face while you read my last thoughts, know that they are now also streaming down mine. Because, if you are reading this then my prayers did not come true and it is not me that you are looking at with such intense love and desire, but this letter. Mulder, I mostly write this to you in hope that you will not blame yourself. I want...I need you to know Mulder, to understand that it is not your fault that I was not found before my body gave out-for that is the only reason you would be reading this. But Mulder, I know you did everything humanly, even Mulderly possible to find me when you heard of my plane going down but Mulder, you're not God. You told me that once. Mulder, I guess the ultimate reason I write this is to tell you I'm sorry. Sorry for not telling you sooner when you would have been able to kiss me and hold me in your warm embrace, like I have always dreamt. I'm sorry Mulder, for never saying I love you. I breathed it, I played with the words on my lips everyday but I never spoke them. I don't know why, I'm not sure what I was afraid of but I know I regret not saying it. I regret not looking into those beautiful eyes, which I have often lost myself in, to tell you that you are my touchstone and that it is you that makes me a whole person and that I do love you Fox William Mulder, with all of my heart. And I pray you to forgive me Mulder. Forgive me Mulder, for missing our wedding day. Forgive me Mulder, for not being able to mother our children. Forgive me Mulder, for not living the life I know you dreamed for us-for I have dreamed it too, but even as I dream it I can also see it slipping away as my breaths get slower. I can feel you near now, Mulder. You must be getting close, but no longer can I keep my eyes open. It's getting dark, Mulder. I need to sleep. But don't worry, I'm not going anywhere. I will wait for you and even though if you're reading this letter it's not me that you hold so tender and sweet in your hands, it is me that you feel standing beside you. For I always have Mulder, and I always will. I will never leave you. I will wait for you forever, but I must rest now Mulder. Sleep beckons me. I look forward to being with you again one way or the other. Good-night Mulder I love you, Scully The End