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Title: Starting Over
Genre: S/V AU - angst to start - Syd's POV
Summary: A mere few days before her wedding, Sydney Bristow runs into her fomer fiance, a man who left her at the alter nearly four years earlier.
Prologue
Sometimes fate can be a real bitch. I’m serious, it can. Well, maybe not. You see, I don’t believe in fate anymore, but if I did, she’d be a real bitch. I used to believe. I believed it... fate, soul mates, true love and all that jazz. I believed in all of it, every little part of it whole heartedly and with everything I had. Then, in perhaps another cruel twist of fate, my whole world was destroyed and my heart was ripped out, taking any idealistic hopes and dreams I had with it. That’s when I stopped believing and became a realist...perhaps on the cynical side of real.
Fate doesn’t exist. We don’t have soul mates. There is no life predetermined for us. We just live day by day the best we can, making choices as we go along. Sometimes those choices are the right ones for us, sometimes they’re not. Love... yeah, it’s there, but it’s not powerful enough to move mountains or change you. It’s just there.
Almost four years ago I was in, what I thought at the time was, the best relationship in the world. I was in love, head over heels in love with a wonderful man who I thought was my soul mate.
Wonderful. Ha. Yeah, that’s what I thought. Wonderful until he left me at the alter on our wedding day and I haven’t spoken to him since. For a while, I was convinced I never loved him, but that was just the anger, hatred and betrayal blinding me. Sure I’m pissed at him, I probably always will be. And yeah, a tiny little part of me hates him but mostly I’m hurt, crushed, devastated. He used to be my everything. He used to be my strength. He used to be.... well I never thought he could hurt me. Never in my wildest dreams would I ever have thought he would be capable of hurting me this badly. But he did, and though I’d like to say I’m over it and that I’ve moved on, it would be a lie. Yeah, I moved on from him but if I said the words “I don’t love him” aloud, they’d be an utter lie. He was my first love and though I still believe fate and soul mates don’t exist, I know that I’ll never truly stop loving him.
That’s why fate’s a bitch.
It’s been three years, two hundred and fifty-seven days and now, once again, I’m face to face with Michael Vaughn and I have no idea what to do or say. All I can do is breathe, or try to anyway as he stares at me with his brilliant green eyes, looking just as stunned and nervous as I am.
yep that's all ya get
but i intrigued you, did i?
i promise there will be a normal sized chap tomorrow
Title: Starting Over
Genre: S/V AU - angst to start - Syd's POV
Summary: A mere few days before her wedding, Sydney Bristow runs into her fomer fiance, a man who left her at the alter nearly four years earlier.
Prologue
Sometimes fate can be a real bitch. I’m serious, it can. Well, maybe not. You see, I don’t believe in fate anymore, but if I did, she’d be a real bitch. I used to believe. I believed it... fate, soul mates, true love and all that jazz. I believed in all of it, every little part of it whole heartedly and with everything I had. Then, in perhaps another cruel twist of fate, my whole world was destroyed and my heart was ripped out, taking any idealistic hopes and dreams I had with it. That’s when I stopped believing and became a realist...perhaps on the cynical side of real.
Fate doesn’t exist. We don’t have soul mates. There is no life predetermined for us. We just live day by day the best we can, making choices as we go along. Sometimes those choices are the right ones for us, sometimes they’re not. Love... yeah, it’s there, but it’s not powerful enough to move mountains or change you. It’s just there.
Almost four years ago I was in, what I thought at the time was, the best relationship in the world. I was in love, head over heels in love with a wonderful man who I thought was my soul mate.
Wonderful. Ha. Yeah, that’s what I thought. Wonderful until he left me at the alter on our wedding day and I haven’t spoken to him since. For a while, I was convinced I never loved him, but that was just the anger, hatred and betrayal blinding me. Sure I’m pissed at him, I probably always will be. And yeah, a tiny little part of me hates him but mostly I’m hurt, crushed, devastated. He used to be my everything. He used to be my strength. He used to be.... well I never thought he could hurt me. Never in my wildest dreams would I ever have thought he would be capable of hurting me this badly. But he did, and though I’d like to say I’m over it and that I’ve moved on, it would be a lie. Yeah, I moved on from him but if I said the words “I don’t love him” aloud, they’d be an utter lie. He was my first love and though I still believe fate and soul mates don’t exist, I know that I’ll never truly stop loving him.
That’s why fate’s a bitch.
It’s been three years, two hundred and fifty-seven days and now, once again, I’m face to face with Michael Vaughn and I have no idea what to do or say. All I can do is breathe, or try to anyway as he stares at me with his brilliant green eyes, looking just as stunned and nervous as I am.
yep that's all ya get
but i intrigued you, did i?
i promise there will be a normal sized chap tomorrow
