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Title: Remember Me Summary: Title says it all :)
Crying. Someone's crying. It's so loud. SO LOUD. A desperate howler in an empty space. Calling out. It's a child. A baby. William. I gasp for air, gripping the blanket so tight, searching some kind of anchor, of comfort. There's none. My eyes blink fiercely, trying to gain light, recognition of my surroundings. The darkness is not the problem. My eyes are covered by tears. And I try to blink them
away, but they come back, one after the other. Don't Don't forget. I brush them away, hurting my face. It doesn't matter how
hard I try, they won't stop. Even when the transparent My hand reaches to the other side of the bed. Mulder's not there. I get up, scanning the room. The moonlight gives the room a ghostly feel. The soft white fog threatening the darkness to disappear. It's still night, I know. It's just too clear. I stand up, my legs not responding for a second. But I can walk. It's not the first time I have been beaten down. And I always stand. With my head high. Well...sometimes not so high. Lately, not high at all. I find Mulder lost in thought on the couch. He doesn't even turn up when he hears my footsteps. I sit besides him. He is staring at William's picture. I say nothing. We stay like this for a long while. I can feel him break apart. I don't even need to touch him. "I don't want to forget him", he whispers. It's been two years since we gave him away, but time is no good. Time won't heal this wound. "I heard him cry. But he is ok", I say. He looks at me, a sad smile in his face. He will be ok, we both know that. We are the ones that won't share the same fate. "Do you think he'll remember us?" he asks. I nod, even though I'm not so sure. A baby is said to remember his mother's voice always...but he was too small... "I think...it's--um, it's a good thing you took so many pictures." For the first time I notice the three albums over the table. One of them is open, a pocket missing the picture he was holding. I take his hand softly. "Can I keep this?" I nod, not trusting my own voice to answer. I see him taking his wallet from his coat, placing the picture there. "You won't forget," I say and he nods, his gaze mesmerized by the sweet, blond baby smiling back at him. His heart is breaking. I can feel it. Or is it mine? His tears invade his beautiful face. Like mine, they come by thousands. One by one. A memory. A plea. Don't forget. I hold Mulder in my arms, rocking him softly. No, William, we'll never forget.
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