Ok, I got this idea while here on vacation and I just HAD to write it before I lost it, so I'm putting it here. I will warn you first that it will be VERY AU, and I mean like back it up all the way to Phase One and take a sharp left! Major reality change. Ok, for background, it's post Phase One, the POV will switch around a lot and there will be some flashbacks, so it may be a little confusing at first, but as it goes on it will get a little more confusing and make a litle more sense! So just read, respond, and enjoy! ------------------------------------ Vaughn POV My body jolted up in bed only to hear thunder clashing outside and rain pouring down on the rooftop. I had just been once again tossed out of that horrible, dark nightmare that plagued me night after night-that crept up on my in the darkness and swallowed me up like the ocean. I was breathing heavily and I was in a cold sweat. There was a knot in my chest and a cold hard lump in my gut, a feeling that I bore everyday, but never as overwhelming as this day. My legs felt lifeless and wouldn't move. I didn't want to get up and face reality and the world, but I had to. Life had to go on no matter how much I tried to stop it. So I wiped the saltine liquid from my brow and stood up on shaking legs that carried me to my bathroom, staggering all the while there. I turned to face the mirror and stared at my reflection. I knew it was me, but it didn't look like me. There was no sparkle in my eyes that people had always commented on my entire life. I had a stubble of a beard on my chin and bags under my eyes. I splashed the cold water on my face and thought to myself. What has happened to me? What have I become? What do I have to live for? I knew the answers, but I turned away from the mirror, just to avoid the horrible truth. I returned to my room and got dressed, and before I walked out the door, I walked over to my dresser and picked up two forlorn and withering roses that I had lying there for days. I carried them outside into the rain. Soon I was soaked, but that didn't seem to matter. There was traffic everywhere, but that didn't seem to matter. I just ran, as fast as I could and I ended up exactly where I was aiming for-the cemetery. I ran up and down the rows until I ended up at the willow tree. I stood there and panted in the pouring rain as I stared down at the grave below me. I stared at the dark brown lifeless dirt and thought abut the beautiful, wonderful, and once full of life person who lay just beneath it. I stared at the small polished rock with her name inscripted onto it. There was no other words that described her, or talked about her death, or even Rest In Peace. Just a name and a date that had been inlaid in the stone exactly four years ago-the only sign left on the face of the earth that she ever even existed. Then I took the withering roses in my hands and dropped to my knees and tore at them and spread the petals over the grave, where they were then after smothered by the rain and my tears. ------------------------------- So? What do you all think?