There were little moments Mulder looked forward to when they were finally together because these days they were mostly apart.
She would make the drive out to Virginia to the house they once shared,
to the home of memories and light they built together where he all but begged her to stay for more than just the weekend on more than one occasion.
Usually, she would arrive late on a Friday night after a long week with patients. This time, she found him standing over the kitchen sink eating a peanut butter and jam sandwich.
He didn't want to cook for one and he couldn't bring himself to dirty more than a knife.
It was April of 2014 and they had seen each other just last week. In the city, he kissed her on the cheek and she looked at him, wondering what he was up to.
That evening as she stood on the edge of the kitchen they shared many meals together, he could tell that she was wondering about him.
She set her keys down on the counter and he looked at her with a darkness and sadness he knew she couldn't bear. Why? Why not anymore? She loved him. Her heart always belonged to him.
No matter her geography, she would always love him even if she couldn't live there 365 days of the year. This way, she didn't need to live among his madness and obsession.
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