From: thyme@plano.sff.net
Date: Sat, 4 Jul 1998 19:54:16 +0000
Subject: story submission 2

Title - That Goodnight (1/1)
Author - Thyme
E-Mail address - thyme@sff.net
Rating - G
Category - V, A
Spoilers - X-File Movie
Keywords - None
Summary - After the movie ends, Scully's thoughts circle      
      around the hallway scene.

Disclaimer: I'd only use them shamelessly if they were mine,
so I gladly say that The X-files universe and all characters
within that universe belong to Chris Carter and 1013
Productions, and no infringement on my part was intended.

Distribution: I'm flattered, but ask first.

Feedback: Please!  Write to me at thyme@sff.net or come to my
website at http://www.sff.net/people/thyme/ to read the
review that went with this story.

Sidenote: This is utter fluff, but it's *my* utter fluff.  Be
kind.  I'm new.

June 26,1998
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That Goodnight
by Thyme

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We almost kissed. 

Butterfly soft, I felt his lips brush mine. For a moment, my
soul sang, my body screamed. We were filled with light. I
can't deny it.

We almost kissed.

He said he loved me. Not those words; he could never say
them. He knew what happened to people he said 'I love you'
to. But he said he loved me. And I . . . I said I loved him.
With the tears that ran because I couldn't leave him.

I can still feel his breath on my skin.

I tried to leave. It was for the best. There's less pain if
it's done quickly. I had to leave. For him, for me, for the
life they wouldn't let us live. But he wouldn't let me.

*Rage against the dying of the light*. He did. In a thousand
ways he told me he would, for now and forever.

*Rage against the dying . . . * I tried to leave. I made the
effort. He stopped me. 

He said he loved me. I can try to forget. We're alive,
together again. I have to forget; remembering means more pain
later. 

Forget our love, forget what we both wanted that one instant.
Wanted so much that our eyes spoke a promise: no matter what,
this will, must, happen. And now that promise haunts me. 

Forget the pain. 

*Rage against . . . *

There was nothing. 

*Rage, rage against the dying . . . * 

Dear God. 

* . . . the dying of the light.*

We almost kissed.


-End