A Post FIN tale
by Paully Adams aka abbaspice1
Disclaimers: Xena, Gabrielle and any other characters featured in the actual TV series are copyrighted to MCA/Universal and Renaissance Pictures; just borrowing for this story. The story is mine. Please contact me before using any of my stuff. Thanks.
SPOILERS: FIN
ROMANCE WARNING/DISCLAIMER: This is subtext, just like the TV show.
Inspiration: The Evanescence Song "My Immortal" played during the entire writing of this story.
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How long has it been? Days, moons, even years has past by, but the wounds that were inflicted on my in Japa won’t heal. I find myself, my mind, reliving our days together. In my head, I am still trapped in the past. I can still hear your laughter as it echos in my ears. I can still feel your tears on my fingertips. I can still hear your breath and your heartbeat.
After all this time, you still captivate me. I still hear your voice no matter what I do. During the nights, your face haunts my dreams. During fierce battles, I hear you giving me instruction. During my lonely moments, I hear your sharpening your sword. Then I look around, and you are not really here. I am slowly losing touch with my sanity and with reality.
So now I hide. I no longer wear the revealing tops; so afraid that someone will spot the tattoo and recongnize who I was. I avoid crowds and villages. I haven’t been in Greece since the last time we were there--just too many damn memories. The Battling Bard of Poteidaea died in a battle against the Roman legion in Egypt-- that is what I wrote in my last scroll.
When you needed me, I was there-- to catch every tear, to fight back every nightmare, to believe in you when no one else would. Now I cry by myself, living a constant nightmare where you still haunt me. I gave you half of my soul and now you won’t give it back.
Why are you still here? I did everything you wanted. Your urn sits in your family crypt. I went to Egypt and fought there for a time. I’ve given over half of my life to fighting for the Greater Good. I have nothing else to give.
Part of me wishes that you would go away. When you first died, the ability to still see you, still feel you was a blessing. But now, that blessing has turned into a curse. I can’t go back and I can’t move forward. I’m alive, but not living. Trapped between two worlds, that is the existence I have now.
All because of my immortal love for you.