From: sarah loreth Date: Thu, 26 Jun 2003 14:54:13 -0700 (PDT) Subject: My Angel In A Bar 1/1 Consortium Source: xff TITLE: My Angel In A Bar 1/1 AUTHOR: Consortium EMAIL ADDRESS: the_consortium2003@yahoo.com DISTRIBUTION STATEMENT: Archive anywhere just as long as my header is attached. RATING: G CLASSIFICATION: V, A SPOILER WARNING: None that I know of. SUMMARY: Scully's got an admirer. AUTHOR'S NOTES: I enjoy feedback immensely. Please do so. You'll forever have my gratitude. And on with the show. ~*~ I saw her there standing by the window. Grotesquely frail and pale was this woman. With tears in her eyes I watch her stare at the bleak darkness outside the window while the rest of the noisy world around us ceases to exist making me feel like it is only she and I. What could bring such sadness to her beautiful features? Could it be that like her eyes she is nothing but an empty soul wandering numbly around in this dreary existence? Is her heart so strangled as to have the life slowly drain from her as the color left her fair skin? So I just stand there, pondering whether or not to approach one of life's weary soldiers but decide against it knowing that she, in her trance like state, would never even acknowledge my presence. I know, though, to speak to her would be like talking to an angel or some other heavenly apparition. Judging by her tortured look, I know that conversing with her would lead to stories of such horror that would double that of mine and bring the Lord himself to his knees in a teary fit of rage. If only she would break down the big stone barriers surrounding her heart then she would be free from that prison called the past. Maybe I can be that soul to finally give her love. But no, I cannot even bring myself to approach her. How then could I possibly crumble the walls? And why does my heart flutter by just seeing her there? Is it that I feel I should comfort the girl? With hair that closely resembles the sunset and whose eyes that though are hollow are as clear as the ocean. Should this older fool grab her and hold her to me until she lives and breathes again? Ah, she sighs. The angel sighs. What cold be so troubling as to push those stomach-turning sounds of torment past those pale and cracked lips? I must know. Slowly, I back away from my place in the shadows and into her vision so that am illuminated by the moonlight that makes her glow. She sees me. I'm sure of it if not only out of the corner of her barren eyes. She stiffens as I draw nearer but remains where she is staring out into the darkness. "What troubles you?" I ask. And yet she does nothing but let out another torturous sound that simply breaks my heart into sharp tiny pieces and shifts uncomfortably from one foot to the other. So again I ask: "Please allow me to glimpse into your wonderful mind. I see you there, tired and drawn watching the darkness and I find myself thinking 'Oh Lord, what ails this woman? What could possibly have made her physical appearance, though painfully beautiful, so dark, deep, and fragile?' I wish not to harm you. I only wish to place a smile upon you features where one deserves to be." Then, for the first time she really looks at me and I have to suppress a gasp as I see her fully in the dim light. She is lovely, truly an angel. Her sheer innocence makes me tearful, as does her eyes. And she just stares at me intently, as if studying me as I was studying her minutes before. Probably inquiring what I would be doing watching her for such a time. I wonder if she felt my presence before I made it know or if she was to wrapped up in her thoughts to even notice. "I apologize for being impolite, but how could you expect for me to grin when you nor anyone else for that matters knows anything about me?" My angel speaks and I know I must be in heaven. Her voice is so calming and feminine. So, for a moment I just look at her with an expression of sorrowful longing on my face, but then remember what I was once told as a child and which now I yearn to pass on to her. "I take no offense, but take my friendly advice, do not let the darkness surround you, the darkness is a presence, a being even, that only wishes to devour those, such as yourself, who are innocent and untainted. Allow him in and only hardships would follow. Why go blindly into the darkness when you could stay in the warming, welcoming light? The light never turns it's back on you. Believe in it and yourself. The pain will go but the darkness that seeps into your heart stays forever slowly squeezing out the life until nothing is left. Please, I beg of you, do not go into the everlasting night." And I turn to leave this beautiful woman to her past in this little corner of the bar but she stops me with a fragile hand on my arm. "Wait...what's your name?" "Just think of me as a friend. Good bye." I feel it is my time to leave her with her sorrows. I shall mourn the passing of this young woman's spirit while I hope that she takes heed of my words and follows them closely with all her heart. She needs not feel the way she feels. I open the door and walk out into the dismal darkness and dingy smell of the back alleyway allowing the night to swallow me but not the memories made with my angel.