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Post by coffeeaddict on Jan 2, 2010 22:32:21 GMT 1
napisah jednu kratku vignette, na engl. o scullyinim osjecajima nakon mulderovog nestanka, potakla me scena iz Within kada S legne na mulderov krevet drzeci njegovu kosulju... trenutno me je previse sram igdje objaviti, ali ako je itko od vas interested da je procita, let me know...
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Post by wapa on Jan 3, 2010 15:57:29 GMT 1
Ja sam zainteresirana, tim više što je na engleskom
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Post by coffeeaddict on Jan 3, 2010 16:47:39 GMT 1
;D posaljem ti, ali bi mi trebao tvoj mail?
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Post by Starbuck on Jan 3, 2010 23:19:18 GMT 1
Kaj nemožeš nekako staviti na forum da svi vide ^^?
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Post by coffeeaddict on Jan 4, 2010 12:46:02 GMT 1
hehe, jedino da ga copy pejstam... no problem... evo: (valjda je dopusteno) uzivajte, slobodno nabacite bilo kakav komentar... sve prihvacam ;D
The apartment still smelled of him.
She entered his bedroom, saw his blue shirt on the bed and picked it up. Inhaling his barely lingering scent on it, she suddenly found herself very tired. She lay on the bed and closed her eyes and wasn't all that surprised when flashes of their moments together started invading her mind. It was hard to imagine her life without him; how can you live with half of your soul missing? Is it just purely existing? Going through life without emotions, reactions... a bit like Sartre's character Mersault. Only function, no emotion. It has become her natural state of being since he went missing. Still, no one seemed to notice and she is perfectly happy with that. She's spent half of her life gaining control of her emotions, building walls around herself that no one could break- except him. And she resisted long- out of fear, because she started seeing missing bricks, messing with her foundations. At the end, it only took him to look at her, and she was totally lost.
It unnerved her at times, the fact he could read her so easily. And now....now she would give anything for him to look at her with those pierceing eyes which could read her every emotion like a book. She missed his smile, the way his lips would curve in that cocky way making him look incredibly attractive, she missed his dry wit, the way he would crack a joke in the most inopportune of moments making her smile despite herself. She missed the way she would fit under his chin when he hugged her, she missed his hand at the small of her back, watching over her, reassuring her, letting her know: “I am here“. She missed his late night calls when they would spend hours talking about nothing and it meant the world to her. She missed all the times he would bring her coffee just the way she liked it from her favourite coffee shop because he thought she needed convincing to go with him on yet another trip. She missed his unexpected visits on Saturdays when he would bring Chinese take-out or a pizza and they would spend the whole night watching movies, or simply sitting next to each other, in silence, thinking.
She remembered the first time she realized she, as a woman, was attracted to him- very attracted to him. It hit her like a ton of bricks, and she felt sixteen again. It happened a few years into their partnership, and the thing was that it wasn't a life-threatening situation that prompted the realization. They were on a case and she was kneeling, bagging evidence, while he stood a few feet away from her, talking with the local sheriff. She remembers looking up at him from her position- there was something about his posture that made her heart rate quicken and that was when it hit her. And the feelings grew bigger every day until she realized that her friend, her confidant, actually had become the only person she could imagine herself with. She had found her soul-mate. The fear kept her paralyzed for the longest time. She kept trying to find excuses as to why they shouldn't get involved- there was too much at stake, the lives they were leading... numerous reasons that kept them apart for far too long. So, sadly, it took them a long time to actually get together and finally confess to each other what everybody else had, it seemed, known or suspected for a long time. They shared the bliss of being together for a painfully brief of a time before he went missing... and it all but killed her. It almost killed her to have had a taste of being so adored and loved and to have been able to adore and love in return and then to lose it all. But she wanted to believe he would be brought back to her eventually.
She had to believe that.
She believed that.
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kvikvek
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"Well... I just can't decide who lights my fire."
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Post by kvikvek on Jan 4, 2010 15:35:35 GMT 1
meni se sviđa!!!
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Post by coffeeaddict on Jan 5, 2010 19:01:09 GMT 1
thanx kvik!
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