When Alex passes over the key, he's the sum of ten years of living without this man and six months of being together. Six months of choices and hopes. Six months of loving and trying.
This is a Roswell New Mexico fanfic.
I'm falling...
Falling, helplessly and inevitably; completely at the mercy of the forces dragging me down. Having to trust in an entity's blind intentions and praying to God that they won't let me hit the ground. It's an incredible and horrifying feeling.
A feeling that I live for.
And I have realized that having something to live for makes you all the more scared of dying.
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