Lost In The Memory

Lost In the Memory
Rating: G
Summery: Just something I wrote down the other day. Sydney and Vaughn around season five, but no baby. Sydney's alone and its his fault.

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*****


The air feels thick. With his barely there cologne and his cinnamon minted breath.

She can’t seem to catch her breath and she knows it’s because of him. It’s what he does to her. Makes her feel like she’s climbing a mountain. Where the snow is perfect and the air is pure and thin.

He takes her breath away. Again and again and again.

*****

It isn’t the sun that spoils her dreams. She never sleeps with the blinds open.

And it isn’t the shrill beep of her alarm. She never sets it, she has no where to be anymore.

The only way she can think to describe it is that it is an ache. Deep inside, undercover and unrelenting. Maybe she forgot to eat yesterday, maybe the day before as well.

He’s gone. And the room smells like spring flowers and fresh laundry.

It doesn’t surprise her.

*****

In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.

She runs for fifty seven minuets straight. Not enough time.

He always ran for a full hour. But they were never alike, not really.

She looks at their, no, her house and can’t help but be disappointed. Her car is still in the driveway, and his is still not there. Just like he’s not there, you idiot.

So she opens the door, and remembers why she left in the first place. Empty, and cold and scary and lonely and just too……Dark.


*****


They used to love taking long drives together. She walks now. Gas is too expensive. At least that’s what she tells herself.

Just going and going until they would run out of road, or she would have to pee. He would tease her without mercy, but never failed to pull over at the nearest restraint.

In the end though, they would always make it home. Home is where the heart is. Home was where he was. Now, she has no home. Not without him.

They would brush their teeth and put on their pj’s. He would kiss her forehead, and tell her he loves her and that she’s beautiful. Like refined porcelain, as breathtaking as a sunrise in heaven.

She would blush and smile; He would turn off the light. She would dream of him. Counting the minutes until she could once again hear his voice.

Soon, the world would beckon to them. Responsibilities that had to be met, people that needed to be pleased. There was always something better, more important to see accomplished.

But no matter what, they would do it together. Him with a quiet determination, and her with a loud stubbornness. Perfectly matched opposites.

She turns off the light. And waits in the dark for the man she knows isn’t coming.





:blush: Okay so there it is. I'm open to C/C but be kind.

~Hannah~
 
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