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Cadet
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. ( )
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~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!!