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Reply to Minnie or visit her websitePosted to the RoswellSlash mailing list January 6, 2001
Category: UC - Slash
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. No infringement intended.
Dedication: To Helen who simply ROCKS!
Distribution: Please ask.
Note: Maria POV. This one's really short! But it might get extended later when my mind's not so muddled.
Air. It is the ultimate freedom. It holds no boundaries, no limitations.
I breathe it in slowly, expanding my lungs to take in its fill.
Yet I come up only with emptiness.
Emptiness. Nothingness. Something without form, without shape.
Something which she had become.
She who no longer was.
I thought of her and her struggles.
She fought hard for her form, fought those who would try destroy it.
Then she gave up.
I shake my head, trying to understand why she'd let go of something she wanted so much. Life.
I exhale deeply and stare at the little hairs slightly raised by my outdrawn breath.
Air drawing on form and substance.
My eyes widen in wonder.
And I realize what she must have realized before.
Ah, the paradox.
She saw it.
Saw the paradox of fighting for a shell, fighting for something that was already dead anyway.
For how could one really live trapped inside something without air? Without freedom? Something that limited her?
She released herself of her trappings, became part of the freedom which she ultimately sought.
Now with each indrawn breath, I feel her.
"Courtney," I shudder.
And feel her fill me, then leave me.
She has become the air.
Continue to 'Fire'
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