Post by sarah on Sept 23, 2011 8:39:16 GMT -1
Sarah stood at the cliff looking at the ocean with a strange sense of over-whelming calmness as the waves crashed against the chalked wall. The wind was cool to the point of it being cold in contrast to the blinding sun, her face no longer stained with the tears that had so eagerly fled the corner of her eyes. Having the time to clear her head was what she wanted, needed. In the whole of Sarah's life, it had been a tradition to come to the white cliffs of Dover to give a personal send off to those who could not be brought back to their home country, who died defending the very soil they stood on. Over-looking the ocean Sarah had always felt it appropriate to say goodbye to her grief and to the memories that would inbed themselves into her heart more than her mind of the men who had fallen in battle layed to rest over the sea. It was comical in a sense that she found herself at the Ocean over such a trivial matter as a broken heart, when every other time it had been more serious. Letting out a shaken breath Sarah hugged her knees leaning her head upon them, her mind racing with thoughts again. Why would he do this to her? He never meant to. But he did. He didn't mean to. No.. no he didn't, and no doubt he was hurting inside, the pain from seeing someone he loved dying and then having to relive that pain as he saw the exact same woman alive, with no memories of him. This thought comforted her in a way, she was able to forgive him for not telling her. It was getting late and she thought it best to go find him and appologise, but just as she stood up she heard Michael's voice. Was she hillusinating? "I love you, not just the idea of you." Turning on her heel she pressed her knuckles to her lips eyeing Michael who looked more of a state than herself, as she eyed him the more her heart turned to water. She, Sarah the gal in the army with the heart of steel who watched people die, ended lives and made split decisions without a second thought, couldn't stay mad at this single being. This one man she hardly knew, in a way it felt as if destiny was telling her it was inevitable she would end with this man. Even if that meant carrying on the love that her counter part felt.
Without saying a word Sarah descended in a trott towards Michael, as she reached him she looked at him with an expression saying more than words of how sorry she was. "Looks like Major Sanford needs me huh?" Pressing her knuckles to Michael's chest she gave off a sigh, tilting her head. "Well I can't keep you waiting. M-I-K-E. Just.. be straight with me from now on. It's not professional to keep secrets from your underling.. especially when she loves you." She didn't feel like she needed to explain why she was forgiving him, or anything else. It just felt the less she said the better she'd heal this wound she probably caused him. "I messed up in one life... I'm sure you didn't come here for me to mess up again." For a moment she recoiled and growled under her breath something not audiable but no doubt Michael knew. 'Fucking cliché'
Without saying a word Sarah descended in a trott towards Michael, as she reached him she looked at him with an expression saying more than words of how sorry she was. "Looks like Major Sanford needs me huh?" Pressing her knuckles to Michael's chest she gave off a sigh, tilting her head. "Well I can't keep you waiting. M-I-K-E. Just.. be straight with me from now on. It's not professional to keep secrets from your underling.. especially when she loves you." She didn't feel like she needed to explain why she was forgiving him, or anything else. It just felt the less she said the better she'd heal this wound she probably caused him. "I messed up in one life... I'm sure you didn't come here for me to mess up again." For a moment she recoiled and growled under her breath something not audiable but no doubt Michael knew. 'Fucking cliché'