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Main Characters: (Ezra)
Disclaimers: The characters portrayed in this story are the property of Mirisch Corporation and no profit will be made from this story.
Acknowledgements: MOG is the creator of the ATF universe
Warnings: This story has no real plot - it is a song fic.
…I've dealt with my ghosts and I've faced all my demons…
Ezra P. Standish looked around his apartment one last time making sure that he hadn't forgotten anything. The van that took most of his possessions into storage had left an hour ago and he needed to leave soon if he wanted to make it to Denver before nightfall. He looked around at what had been his home for these past years and felt a sudden burst of anger. Things here in Atlanta had gone from bad to worse. First he had been accused of being on the take and his whole life was turned upside down by the investigation that was started by Internal Affairs, and if that wasn't bad enough, he found that the co-workers he had believed to be friends all had bought into the rumours. Six months of working shifts so that he wouldn't run into his colleages had begun to take their toll. His colourful past hadn't exactly helped his situation and now it seemed that moving to Denver was his last option.
…Finally content with a past I regret…
He made up his mind that he wasn't going to dwell over what had gone wrong again and again. He was going to learn from the mistake he had made in trusting these people and move on.
…I've found you find strength in your moments of weakness…
He wasn't going to let this get him down.
…For once I'm at peace with myself…
He would depend on himself now and leave friendship for those without enough intelligence to realize that the whole idea was a con.
…I have been burdened with blame, trapped in the past for too long…
He wasn't going to let his future dictate his past, he wasn't going to miss this place, he wasn't. It was time to move on.
…I've lived in this place and I know all the faces…
He remembered how after his last shift early this morning as he walked down the corridor with a box that contained his possessions that it hit him. He was leaving his office never to come back. As he passed the break room, he could hear some of his associates talking in there. Even this early in the morning, there were people here. It amazed him how all federal agents seemed to regard the office as their second home.
…Each one is different but they're always the same…
Some of his colleages looked at him, some with contempt, some with mistrust, some with disdain, some with acceptance and pity. They all believed he was dirty; some just seemed to accept that, that was the way it is.
…They mean me no harm but it's time that I face it, they'll never allow me to change…
He couldn't blame them personally. He wondered if someone else was in his shoes, would he have believed the rumours too? Even if they did understand, they believed that he was capable of doing such a thing and it had hurt him deeply that they thought so little of him.
…But I never dreamed home would end up where I don't belong…
He had never for a moment in his life dreamed that he would be leaving his home in Atlanta for the wilds of Colorado. He was a southerner, born and bred, and now he had to leave. He was moving on.
…At last I can see life has been patiently waiting for me...
Maybe he could start something fresh in Denver
'…And I know there's no guarantees, but I'm not alone…
Maybe he could try to start again. He knew that Agent Larabee had been informed of his past and the man still seemed willing to give him a chance. Maybe, just maybe, he could try again to have a life.
…There comes a time in everyone's life…
He knew he needed to leave soon.
…When all you can see are the years passing by…
He was wasting enough time bringing up the hurt that he had been put through these last few months.
…And I have made up my mind that those days are gone…
He had wasted enough time; he really should be going
…I sold what I could and packed what I couldn't…
Taking his keys, he looked around the room that seemed so large without the rugs and the furniture. The corner looked so empty without his dining set. When he got in his car and started to head for the interstate he realized he would need gas for a drive this long.
'…Stopped to fill up on my way out of town'…
As the clerk was ringing up his bill, he took one last look at Atlanta.
…I've loved like I should but lived like I shouldn't…
He loved this town, there was no denying that, but with things the way they were, he didn't think he would be coming back.
…I had to lose everything to find out...
He lost his home, his job, and his life; he knew that his independent nature had cost him all that he had.
…Maybe forgiveness will find me somewhere down this road…
He had messed up big time. Maybe things would change this time, he thought as he moved on.
The End
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I've dealt with my ghosts and I've faced all my demons
Finally content with a past I regret
I've found you find strength in your moments of weakness
For once I'm at peace with myself
I have been burdened with blame, trapped in the past for too long
I'm movin' on
I've lived in this place and I know all the faces
Each one is different but they're always the same
They mean me no harm but it's time that I face it
They'll never allow me to change
But I never dreamed home would end up where I don't belong
I'm movin' on
I'm movin' on
At last I can see life has been patiently waiting for me
And I know there's no guarantees, but I'm not alone
There comes a time in everyone's life
When all you can see are the years passing by
And I have made up my mind that those days are gone
I sold what I could and packed what I couldn't
Stopped to fill up on my way out of town
I've loved like I should but lived like I shouldn't
I had to lose everything to find out
Maybe forgiveness will find me somewhere down this road
I'm movin' on
I'm movin' on
I'm movin' on1I'm Movin' On
- Rascal Flatts