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Oxford, 1984

They walked to his dorm. The rain had soaked them and they were dripping, leaving huge puddles on the floor. Once inside the room, Scully headed towards the bathroom to get some towels her mother had sent him to dry off from the rain that caught them off guard, cutting their day in the sun short.

“So, what do you want to do now?” Scully said, drying her hair with the towel.

“Are you going back?” Mulder asked, suddenly.

The question. The question she had dreaded the second they met at that coffee shop. The first time they went on a date. The first time he held her. The first time they kissed. The first time they spent the night together.

“I…I…” She couldn’t find the words. Instead, she just looked at him, completely speechless.

“Well?” He said. Scully’s lack of answers alarmed him. His eyes were filled with sadness. “Are you?” She turned her eyes to the floor, tears starting to fall off them and rolling off her cheeks, staining with big, fat tears Mulder’s red carpet.

He walked towards her and grabbed her by the arms, gently. “Dana, please tell me.” He said with a sigh.

She looked at his sad eyes and sniffed. “Yes.”

His eyes closed and when he opened them again, he was crying. “Please, don’t go.”

“Mulder…” She started.

“Please, listen to me. Stay another year. I’ll pay for other courses. You could transfer here. Or just simply stay with me.”  Mulder was on his knees hugging the love of his life by her stomach, sobbing like a child who had been denied a candy bar.

“Mulder, I can’t.”

“Scully, I can’t live without you. You are my everything.” He pleads.

“Mulder, I have to go. I have to go back to Maryland, I have to go back to my family, to my  job.”

Mulder stares at her, heartbroken and defeated. “We were always going to part weren’t we?” He says.

“Yeah, I think so.” Scully lets out a sniff. She always knew this conversation was going to be difficult, but it turned out to be so much worse.

“Please, don’t go. I love you so much it hurts.” He pleads as he stands up and kisses her fully on the lips. She responds to the kiss, as if it was the first time they had kissed. Tears were stinging her eyes with the overwhelming thought that she wasn’t going to taste his lips anymore. He kisses her neck and hugs her, smelling her citric perfume and hoping that signature Scully scent stays implanted in his brain forever.

“Perhaps we were meant to fall in love but stay apart.” Scully says, hugging him back.

Then, silence overwhelms the room.