phoenix by realcreamcheese
Maybe they are in hell: he will never be allowed a nice life with an unbroken family and she will never be with him in the way she deserves to be. Maybe they are damned to pass each other by for the rest of eternity.
The boy looks at her with the same knowing, wondrous, and kind eyes of Fox Mulder. And just like that, she knows she’s found him again. It is ineffable to how she knows. She just does. The ache in her heart whenever she sees him again is the only constant she knows in her life. She knows no matter where she goes, he will always be waiting for her, or she supposes she will always be the one waiting for him.













