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[CM] Maybe I'm just trying a way to say goodbye

Title: Maybe I'm just trying a way to say goodbye
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Character: Aaron "Hotch" Hotchner
Rating: green
Prompt: 040. Vista @ fanfic100_ita
Word Count: 552 (W), oneshot
Note: Based on what happens in the third season.
Disclaimer: The happy family Hotchner is not mine but of good and Jeff Davis who gave us the grain. No one paid me, pay me or pay me.
Table : here

Hotchner realized that between him and Haley was all over when looking for a pair of blue socks in the closet, found the album with photos of their wedding. Haley would not have if he intended never separated to mend the breach between them.
It was that and not a notification to let him open his eyes.
He had left the dining room table for several weeks. Not that he had always before our eyes, now no longer being used by only one room, but it happened that we passed, and the album, with its hard cover and ivory, with its thick pages, reminded him of the purpose of marriage.

One evening he arrived home early, jumped on the couch when you zap through the channels looking for something that would leave the least possible time to stop and think.
At a time when advertising his eyes wandered around the room and pinned on the album, reminding him once again at the end of his life with Haley.
He got up and took him in hand, stroking gently, as Haley had always told to do. - not spoil it, it must last forever, forever to remember the happiest day of our lives, the beginning of our marriage. - It was funny that they now retain only the term of their history.
sat down on the sofa and began to leaf through it. Haley
He saw with his white dress "How was terribly nineties," and her eyes sparkling with joy. He went
front page looking for some pictures of the guests, including past his brother Sean, with the inevitable long hair, Jessica, that Haley's friend was hosting and many other people who now were no longer part of his life.
He saw the exchange of beliefs, the trembling of their hands hidden by the static nature of the photo.
He saw the moment of the kiss, seemed destined to be together forever, as in fairy tales that Jack had told the few times that it was time to sleep.
He saw their first dance as husband and wife had hated that moment, had feared for the whole ceremony. He hated the idea of having dancing alone in the middle of the track under the eyes of all. Yet she took him by the hand and all the fears were gone.
now knew that feeling would not come back ever again, would not have ever felt so sure of himself as invincible, and in that moment when he had close in his arms and had begun to slip on that floor talemente by potercisi mirror shine. Nothing would be more
was like then. It had been years and yet remember that feeling as if they had spent only a few moments. Maybe she should tell her what he felt before they got to that point. But he knew that nothing could change the facts: he was not there enough for her and she failed to accept his work.
came to the last page on which was pasted a photo of the two of them smiling, it was easy to smile then, tired and happy. He saw what he had lost yet for the first time in days, she felt lighter, as if he could come to terms with himself and his contempt for having failed.
As for the photo and knew within himself that he was able to say goodbye to Haley.

***
are tristerrima. And not because
Horatio Caine is not dead (no DALiM , take that knife out of my carotid artery) but because I discovered that the library of the district where I ended up is very low. It 's small! The Italian literature occupies a single shelf! (Front and back ok, but only one!) I state that my beloved library from my accustomed good many volumes also went out to consult the catalog from home and will book again by what was missing without Internet ; not even move from the street! And now ... now I find myself having to spell the name of a deaf librarian. Next week I go into Central Library to see if the situation is better, but for now I'm still in mourning.
They are also angry because the workers who work in the house opposite, especially their leader who is not a snooty emeritus from morning till night, continue to look at home. And I'm tired of having to close the windows even if it is hot because otherwise I can not move a step without their look and comment ... that nervous!