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Worlds Apart


         It was years since he'd been here. Eight - no, nearly nine. Not long in some ways yet he'd done so much in that time - moved to the SAS, then into CI5.
         Bodie glanced round. Still no sign of his partner, and he pushed open the gate to walk into the churchyard, stopping in the shade of the ancient yew.
         This was where he'd stood then, the last time he'd seen her, as she left the church married to someone else. He hadn't thought about her in years, it was being here that had reminded him. Bodie was surprised at how much the memory still hurt.

         They'd met at a party. Emma wasn't the most beautiful girl there but she'd smiled at him from across the room, and once they started talking he was captivated. One date had led to another; within just a few short weeks they were inseparable.
         It was the first time Bodie had been out with a girl for more than a few dates, the first time a relationship had been based on more than sex. It had to be; Emma was Catholic and intended to go down the aisle entitled to wear a white dress. Whether that was part of her attraction, Bodie didn't know, but at the time he was certainly prepared to put up with it.
         It hadn't taken long for her to take him home to meet the family. Her older brother was a Rupert and had been there with his horsefaced fiancée; they had both looked down their noses at him. Her parents had been more polite, but the conversation revolved around his 'prospects' and what his intentions were. Even in the best clothes he owned he'd felt underdressed and out of place. Whatever Emma thought, the family thought he wasn't good enough for her.
         Emma had tried to persuade him that once they got to know him things would change. He knew different, the things they disliked couldn't be changed. His religion - or rather lack of it - and his background were against him. He was a squaddie, not officer material, and even he recognised he'd never be able to keep Emma in the style to which she was accustomed.
         He tried for her sake but no matter how they felt about each other it was never going to work. Unless she walked away from her family they couldn't be together - and he couldn't ask that of her.
         Just six months later he'd stood outside this church. He'd only found out about the wedding by accident; the service was already underway by the time he'd arrived, so he'd waited for them to leave. Emma looked gorgeous, on the arm of an officer of course, a man of the right class and religion. Up until now, there had always been a kernel of hope, that perhaps in the future they could be together. But she'd made her choice, and it wasn't him...

         The car's horn brought him back to the present and he acknowledged his partner with a wave, taking one last look at the church while heading for the gate.
         "Looking for God?" Doyle grinned from the far side, as Bodie reached the car.
         "Nah... I used to know a girl around here." Bodie opened the door and paused.
         "Yeah? What happened to her?"
         "She got married." Bodie stared across the churchyard. Emma had seemed happy, smiling for the camera - until she'd seen him. Her look had stayed with him - he could still remember it now.
         "Not to you, obviously. Are you getting in?"
         Bodie slid into the passenger seat. "Of course not to me. I expect she's overweight with a gaggle of kids by now..." And I would still have loved her, he added silently, as he closed the door on his memories and motioned Doyle to drive on.


© Carol Good - August 2009


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Nobody Knows
Mike + The Mechanics

There is nothing wrong with me
There's nothing wrong with you
Maybe we're just blind to see each other's point of view

Nobody knows what we had
Nobody knows what we had

You could do much better
You could do much worse than me
I could've walked right out on you there was nothing stopping me

Nobody knows what we had
Nobody knows what we had

We were running out of passion
We were running out of time
There's a face to fit the future
There's a face to fit the crime
Now the truth is on the table and the ghost is plain to see
There's nothing wrong with you or me

Nobody knows what we had
Nobody knows what we had

I won't live in your world you can't live in mine
We don't hate each other darling we just gave up trying

Nobody knows what we had
Nobody knows what we had

Nobody knows

We were running out of passion
We were running out of time
There's a face to fit the future
There's a face to fit the crime
Now the truth is on the table and the ghost is plain to see
There's nothing wrong with you or me

Maybe I'm not crying maybe I don't mind
But it hurts just knowing that your children won't be mine

Nobody knows what we had
Nobody knows what we had

Maybe I don't mind
Maybe I'm not crying
Nobody knows what we had