hehe..okay alias elle....i changed the name!! ^_^ ...well...heres the first chap...and the second one.... ~Chapter 1~ I looked down at his face. He looked at me with a stare that made me feel as if he was looking straight through my soul. I had to look away. Those perfect green eyes made me want to cry. “Syd?” he asked me softly. I couldn’t even look at him when I talked. I tried to focus on my shoes. “Wow,” I said simply. He now stood up and put his hand under my chin and raised my face so that I could look directly at him. “Syd?” he asked again. I started to cry gently. “Oh Michael,” I said softly as tears of joy streamed down my cheek. “Yes?” he said hopefully. He reached over and wiped a tear. My face broke out into a smile. “Of course I will marry you, Michael. Of course.” I sat up in bed, and sighed deeply. A dream. It was a dream. No. Wait. It wasn’t a dream. I only wished it had been a dream. Only, I knew it was a memory. A very old memory... I glanced sleepily at my alarm clock. It read 5:23. It was still dark outside. I turned off the clock’s alarm and walked into the kitchen. I poured myself a cup of yesterday’s, now-cold coffee. I sat at the table and drank in silence. ~Chapter 2~ I must have fallen asleep at the kitchen table, since when I woke up again, sun was filtering through the windows. I got up and poured the leftover coffee into the sink, and sat back down at the table. There was no work today. It was a Sunday. I thought for a moment of all the possibilities a day off could bring – a jog in the park, a day at the beach, a shopping spree. None of these options appealed to me. I sat back in my chair. Why had things turned out the way they did. What if things had worked out between Michael and I. What happened between us? I started to remember… (flashback to about four years ago) I sat in the chair in my office at the CIA. Michael approached me nervously. “Hey Syd,” he said, smiling sheepishly. “Hey,” I said, returning the smile. He kissed me on the cheek. “I need to tell you something,” Michael said, holding my hands tight. I could feel his palms getting sweaty. “What is it?” I asked with a worried expression on my face. “We’ve been married for almost a year now. Right, Sydney?” Michael started. “Right,” I replied. “You must understand that I love you,” Michael said. “I love you too, Michael. What is it?” I asked. Now I was concerned. “The CIA offered me a job in New York. I have a choice if I want to go or not, of course, but Sydney, I really want to go. I really want you to come with me,” Michael said. I was speechless. Nothing could prepare me for what he had just said. “Syd?” he asked. “Um, come with you?” I asked. “Yes, Sydney. Come with me. To New York. We’ll spend the rest of our lives there together,” Michael said. He looked sincerely at me. “Do I have time to think about this?” I asked. “I leave tomorrow. Early in the morning, actually. You’ll come with me won’t you?” Michael asked. He looked at me with his deep, green eyes. I couldn’t speak. Instead, I just shook my head. “What? Syd? You have to come. We’re married, Syd,” Michael pleaded. “No, Michael,” I said forcefully, “If you have a choice, then stay here. I’m not going. And if you go, then I don’t want to be married to you anymore.” Michael looked hurt. “You don’t mean that, Sydney. You don’t.” “I do mean it Michael. I would be giving up so much to leave here,” I replied selfishly. “Don’t you think I would miss everyone and everything too?” Michael said. “I won’t leave Michael. I’m not coming with you,” I said. “Okay,” Michael said. He frowned but took off his wedding ring and laid it on my desk. “Good bye, Sydney.” He walked slowly away from my office. I didn’t follow him. I was so sure he would come back to me. (end flash back) Tears were rolling down my cheeks. “But he didn’t come back, did he?” I said to myself. I wiped my tears, but the pain of remembrance didn’t go away. ( ) Hope you all like it!!!! plz tell me what you think!!