From: U2mulder Date: 22 Sep 1998 14:19:40 GMT Subject: NEW He's Gone From: U2mulder@aol.com Subject: He's gone Disclaimers: We all know who they belong to, so on and so forth. Not mine CC and Fox owns them Spoilers: Gethsemany Summary: Mulder's dead and Scully wasn't in on his scheme Charecter death. I wrote this in a spurt of depression from reading a book I just got. if you want another part let me know if I get no responce I wont. Putting on the asbestos suit to await the flames He's Gone He's gone Those two words echo through my head, the only sound in my empty mind. He's gone. No more will his presence be my shadow, no more his voice to sound in my ears I pick up a picture taken at a crime scene, hold on for dear life. My fingers caress the outline of his face like the touch of a lover. The curve of his face still present before me. The scent of him fills my nose, that musky smell that is his alone. Even now after all of this time it still lingers in the air. He's gone. The thought cuts me to the bone. my soul cries out for him. You never know what you have until it's gone. How often have I heard that saying but it's so true. To never again feel his hand on the small of my back, his arms around me, clinging to me as much as I to him. The pain has become part of me, just as much as the cancer has. But this pain has spread just as deep, even deeper. My life is gone, not just the physical but also the emotions the one thing that makes us who we are has been taken. I have no energy to fight, no will without him there is nothing I feel the darkness falling on me. The physical gives way to the spiritual. My life is draining from me like a faucet open fully. Through the haze and light of the next world I catch a glimps. He stands before me. He screams my name, but I can't hear him. I see him close to me now. He takes my hand in his but I can't feel it. His eyes are on mine. His tears fall on me. I know hallucinations at this stage are common. I hold onto his image and and know that soon I will see him again. This person holding me is a dream, reality waits for me on the other side. He is gone but I will be with him soon. A scream pierces the last of my night. I am home. The end Depressing, I know but hey, go with what works Chris BONO!!! .... SCULLY!!! *POP FOR PEACE* http://members.aol.com/U2mulder/index.html