Author: Rose [rosiethebug@yahoo.com]
Disclaimer: Not mine. No matter what the little voices
tell me.
Feedback is deeply appreciated.
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I dream again. The same dream I’ve had every night
since it happened. I run into the busy hospital and
plead with the Secret Service agent to let me through.
Just like before. I throw open the door to the waiting
room in a panic. Just like before.
Only, this time something’s different. He’s there.
He’s sitting there next to Toby with a bandage on his
arm. When he sees me he jumps up and pulls me to him.
The others watch as he just holds me, then pulls back
embarrassed. He tells me in a rushed, quiet voice that
the president was shot, but that he’ll re cover.
We return to White House and work. We discuss
everything but what could have happened. Everything
but how close we came to losing what we don’t realize
we have.
The year passes as the ones before it did. Very little
changes. Bartlet is re-elected. We win more than we
lose our second term. I date, but I simply can’t
maintain a life outside of the White House. I don’t
know that it’s because of my feelings for my arrogant
employer.
Our eight years come to an end and we say goodbye. I
get another job at a legal firm. I marry a nice,
decent guy. I see Josh on television every once in a
while and can’t understand the pang of regret I feel.
I hate this dream. It makes me think of what could
have been. My life could have been so simple, so
painless. But some part of me knows that I never will
be content with that life. I need something
complicated. I need him.