Word Count: 358
Date: 2004
Series: Mini
Rating: T
Category: Relationships
Pairing/Focus: William, Laura
Warnings:
Summary:
Spoilers/Disclaimers: Ronald D. Moore and Universal Studios own everything
Galactica.
I own my imagination. Does anyone ever actually read disclaimers?
If it were not for me, you would not be alive. If it were not for the wine, you would never have kissed me that night. Never have promised me a new world where we could be safe. A haven of our own, in each other’s arms.
I like you depending on me, more than you should; because I was right once, but I haven’t lead us to salvation, absolution or a home. I see their looks, the reservation they have about my leadership. About me. And when we fight, I see your frustration clearly and my difference of opinion is weighing you down, crushing you… but I don’t need you to validate me, never needed that from a man - but you seem to expect me to expect that from you.
When you moved into my rooms, I thought of all the things that could go wrong, of all the reasons to stay separate from you. You always make it difficult. Our conversations are half misunderstanding, half disagreement: I never know how to talk to you; you take everything so literally - without concession.
Now, as I watch you pack your belongings, I wonder if this separation will allow me time to breathe… I wonder if this is a blueprint of how it’s supposed to be.
You pack a bag and say, “It’s for the best, for the meantime,” but I know there is no time left. For me. For us.
I am. I need. I want. But you will still be here when I am gone, so I let you shut me out. It’s for the best, in the long run.
I am alone again, as I always have been; it doesn’t make me sad - it is how I am, how we all are in the end and maybe one day, when you discover the truth, you’ll realize that I cared enough to let you go.
~The End~