redwinter101 wrote:
Moving aside tubes and drips, he lifted her, feather-light in his arms and crossed to the window, settling them into the armchair as the moonlight rippled over the water. The gentle ebb and flow matched his soft strokes, cool and soothing against her skin.
It was there, rocking gently, his lips pressed to her brow, that the nurse found them, the monotone alarms finally silenced, no heartbeat, no pulse, no sound, no fanfare, just the distant wash of the retreating tide.
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She had made him and now she was gone. Who would he be without that connection, a blood bond, sealed in love, passion, destruction, redemption?
I could have quoted the entire story but this is the image that stays with me. This is what we coulda, shoulda had from season two and beyond but I doubt they would have been able to do within the constraints of what Silver or CBS wanted. Stories like this are why Moonlight still lives and why I'm convinced
our writers are better than theirs.

Thank you so much!