Title: 30 seconds
Author: nightfog
Disclaimer: I don’t own Alias, but my brain and my vivid imagination belong to me!
Summary: Post „The Telling“ – Syd POV
A/N: Hi, I'm new on this board! I've posted this story on another board, but Ithought, why shouldn't I post it here too?
Actually it should have been a one parter, but there'll be at least 2 more chapters.
I don’t want to bore you, with things you aren’t interested in, but just let me tell you one thing, English isn’t my native language, so please don’t sue me, if there are any mistakes. Just tell me and I’ll correct them! Thank you.
Very special thanks to Agent Hanna Bendal and to Ukskyblue! Without them, I wouldn’t have been able to finish this!
30 SECONDS
How many people all over the world are going to fall in love in the next thirty seconds?
How many people all over the world are going to have sex in the next thirty seconds?
How many babies all over the world will be born in the next thirty seconds?
How many people all over the world will be badly injured in the next thirty seconds?
How many people all over the world are going to die a natural or a violent death in the next thirty seconds?
I don’t know.
The only thing I know right now is, that thirty seconds can change everything.
Thirty seconds ago I had a life, a man, who loved me and I had a future.
Now, thirty seconds later, everything’s different. I don’t have a life anymore. Okay, I’m breathing and I’m thinking, but I’m not living – I’m just existing, because I can’t feel anything. No love, no hate, no hope – nothing. My feelings died at that moment, when I saw this cold-shimmering golden band of metal round the ring finger of his left hand. I looked down on my left hand, where the smaller counterpart of his ring should be. But there was nothing, just emptiness.This emptiness began to spread out, first the ring finger…hand…arm…then it penetrates my heart and my soul and washes away all my feelings…until nothing’s left but…emptiness.
Two years…he had thought, I was dead and he made a choice. He decided to move on, to live a life without me and to love somebody else than me. After Danny’s death I did exactly the same, but that was because of him. He was my saviour, my guardian angel. Now he belongs to another woman and not to me anymore. He vowed to love this other woman, to comfort her, to honour her and keep her in sickness and health and he promised to forsake all others and to keep only onto her, as long as they both live.
This vow should have been meant for me. I should have been the one, who said “I will”.
I should have been the one, who wakes up next to him every morning. I should have given birth to his children. I should have been the one, who grows old with him…I didn’t even get a chance to try to live a normal life with him. And now, it’s too late for us, because he’s a man of honour, he would never break a promise like this, not even because of me.
I look into his eyes, trying to find a clue of what he might be thinking or feeling right now. Would there still be a small flicker of love for me in them? His wonderful green eyes. They were once so full of life and emotions, but I recognize that they have lost its sparkle. There’s only sadness, sorrow, exhaustion and pity in them. Pity and not love. He takes pity on me…30 seconds ago I would have shouted at him…I don’t need his pity…I need him…I need his love…but I’m not able to express my feelings this way, because there are no feelings anymore.
He averts his gaze. He begins to play with the ring, I’m sure he doesn’t notice it himself, maybe this is his new unconscious behaviour when something’s bothering him or when he’s lost in thought. When I was still part of his life, he always used to wrinkle his forehead.
But I’m not a part of his life anymore, because somebody has torn me violently out from it about two years ago. Two years of my life had been taken away and whoever did this to me, took not only two years, he took my love and my future away from me. Without his love there won’t be a future.
He starts to explain, but I don’t want to hear it, because it won’t change anything. I tell him to go, to live his life like he did it the past two years. He should forget the last few minutes. He should forget that I’m still alive, no, still existing.
He slowly walks to the door. He turns round. I can see, that he wants to say something and for a short moment I thought, I see the old, well-known sparkle in his eyes again, but he doesn’t say anything and the sparkle, if it was even there, was gone. He opens the door and the last thing I can see, before he leaves, is a flash of his cold-shimmering golden ring. Then the door closes and he’s gone. He is gone. Forever.
A/N: I hope you liked it, although it's very sad. The sequel is called "30 seconds ago" and it's Vaughn's POV.
Please tell me what you think about it and if you want to read the sequel too!
thanks for reading!
Author: nightfog
Disclaimer: I don’t own Alias, but my brain and my vivid imagination belong to me!
Summary: Post „The Telling“ – Syd POV
A/N: Hi, I'm new on this board! I've posted this story on another board, but Ithought, why shouldn't I post it here too?
Actually it should have been a one parter, but there'll be at least 2 more chapters.I don’t want to bore you, with things you aren’t interested in, but just let me tell you one thing, English isn’t my native language, so please don’t sue me, if there are any mistakes. Just tell me and I’ll correct them! Thank you.
Very special thanks to Agent Hanna Bendal and to Ukskyblue! Without them, I wouldn’t have been able to finish this!
30 SECONDS
How many people all over the world are going to fall in love in the next thirty seconds?
How many people all over the world are going to have sex in the next thirty seconds?
How many babies all over the world will be born in the next thirty seconds?
How many people all over the world will be badly injured in the next thirty seconds?
How many people all over the world are going to die a natural or a violent death in the next thirty seconds?
I don’t know.
The only thing I know right now is, that thirty seconds can change everything.
Thirty seconds ago I had a life, a man, who loved me and I had a future.
Now, thirty seconds later, everything’s different. I don’t have a life anymore. Okay, I’m breathing and I’m thinking, but I’m not living – I’m just existing, because I can’t feel anything. No love, no hate, no hope – nothing. My feelings died at that moment, when I saw this cold-shimmering golden band of metal round the ring finger of his left hand. I looked down on my left hand, where the smaller counterpart of his ring should be. But there was nothing, just emptiness.This emptiness began to spread out, first the ring finger…hand…arm…then it penetrates my heart and my soul and washes away all my feelings…until nothing’s left but…emptiness.
Two years…he had thought, I was dead and he made a choice. He decided to move on, to live a life without me and to love somebody else than me. After Danny’s death I did exactly the same, but that was because of him. He was my saviour, my guardian angel. Now he belongs to another woman and not to me anymore. He vowed to love this other woman, to comfort her, to honour her and keep her in sickness and health and he promised to forsake all others and to keep only onto her, as long as they both live.
This vow should have been meant for me. I should have been the one, who said “I will”.
I should have been the one, who wakes up next to him every morning. I should have given birth to his children. I should have been the one, who grows old with him…I didn’t even get a chance to try to live a normal life with him. And now, it’s too late for us, because he’s a man of honour, he would never break a promise like this, not even because of me.
I look into his eyes, trying to find a clue of what he might be thinking or feeling right now. Would there still be a small flicker of love for me in them? His wonderful green eyes. They were once so full of life and emotions, but I recognize that they have lost its sparkle. There’s only sadness, sorrow, exhaustion and pity in them. Pity and not love. He takes pity on me…30 seconds ago I would have shouted at him…I don’t need his pity…I need him…I need his love…but I’m not able to express my feelings this way, because there are no feelings anymore.
He averts his gaze. He begins to play with the ring, I’m sure he doesn’t notice it himself, maybe this is his new unconscious behaviour when something’s bothering him or when he’s lost in thought. When I was still part of his life, he always used to wrinkle his forehead.
But I’m not a part of his life anymore, because somebody has torn me violently out from it about two years ago. Two years of my life had been taken away and whoever did this to me, took not only two years, he took my love and my future away from me. Without his love there won’t be a future.
He starts to explain, but I don’t want to hear it, because it won’t change anything. I tell him to go, to live his life like he did it the past two years. He should forget the last few minutes. He should forget that I’m still alive, no, still existing.
He slowly walks to the door. He turns round. I can see, that he wants to say something and for a short moment I thought, I see the old, well-known sparkle in his eyes again, but he doesn’t say anything and the sparkle, if it was even there, was gone. He opens the door and the last thing I can see, before he leaves, is a flash of his cold-shimmering golden ring. Then the door closes and he’s gone. He is gone. Forever.
A/N: I hope you liked it, although it's very sad. The sequel is called "30 seconds ago" and it's Vaughn's POV.
Please tell me what you think about it and if you want to read the sequel too!
thanks for reading!