You call to me, and I fall at your feet. How could anyone ask for more?
He loved her, of that much he was certain. But did she love him, and more importantly, could he ever be what she needed?
Several moments passed, then Mary turned around and walked away from the church. Abigail inhaled sharply and stared down at her engagement ring, then at the dress she wore, which suddenly didn't seem so pristine.
A long lost love, or whatever you want to call it. But it left me all alone.
We all live in hiding. In one way or another, each of us conceals pieces of ourselves from the rest of the world. Some people hide because their lives depend on it, others because they don't like being seen. And then there are the special cases, the ones who hide because... because... because they just want someone to care enough to look for them.
Mary had always said she would be there for him.
She didn't even realize she was sobbing until Marshall started to rock her, and there in that hospital room, safe in his arms, she finally let herself fall to pieces.
I've heard it said that dreamers never lie.
"I know. We both know what's happening," she murmured, absently grasping his hand. "There's nothing we can do about it. So I'm going to sit right here with you, just like I always have, and we won't say goodbye because a story like ours doesn't end."
"I don't know how to deal with something like this, Stan," Marshall choked out, and there it was. The truth. He could live in a world where Mary was alive and he never saw her. But a world without Mary in it… How was that even possible?
And you do what you want cause I'm not what you wanted. An AU to the reunion scene in 5x1, No Sanctuary.
In a thousand years, in a thousand faces, in a thousand lifetimes, I would find my way to you.
It ain't my style, but I don't care. I'd do anything with you anywhere.
In all the darkness, I feel like letting go.
Here I am, praying for forgiveness. I can see you standing on the other side. Here I go, baby it's a heavy load. But I have crossed some broken bridges in my time.
"I can't, because stealing a randomly selected baby would be child abduction, which would place me in prison. I can't physically produce a baby, because I don't have a uterus. You need to think of something else you desire." "Cookies."