AN: This work of art was written by my fantastic friend Tink, who currently doesn't have a account. Please review, it will make her day!
My hands were around her neck, slowly tightening like a boa constrictor. I tried to stop. Ihad to stop or I would kill her. Her silver eyes, the only thing that was her's in this body, look frightened. Pleading for me to stop. But I couldn't. My hands just kept tightening. I was going to kill her. The only woman I would ever love and I was going to be the one to kill her. I tried to release her but I couldn't. It was like someone else was controlling my hand. These hands pressed deeper into her throat and her eyes grew wider. She stopped resisting. Her eyes still held that frightened, pleading look. Her blue lips trembled as she said, "Ian..., please." And the life that I cherished most left her silver eyes. I cried out and as I did, I sprang from my bed.
"Ian, what's wrong?" exclaimed a sleepy voice from beside me. I turned and the sight that met my eyes was by far the most beautiful sight ever. Sure the body which contained her was very pretty, but the expression that it held and those silver eyes that shone out in the night made my heart lurch. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tightly to my chest.
"I had a nightmare," I exclaimed into her hair.
"What about?" she asked as her arms encircled me. I buried my face in her hair. I didn't want to remind her of my shameful actions as well.
"Ian?" Wanda whispered. I would have to share sooner or later. She was sure stubborn for a soul.
"I dreamt, well remembered, the time I tried to strangle you, only this time, I didn't let go," I stuttered. She drew a quick breath and I knew I shouldn't have opened my mouth. I should have lied and said I dreamt of a giant spider creature. Just when I thought she'd draw back out of my arms, she pulled me closer to her and stoked my back.
"Shhhh," she soothed, "it was only a dream."
"No it wasn't, it was real before." I stated, "I did something that was unforgivable and I don't deserve to have you now." And it was true, I didn't. Wanda was so kind and gentle. She cared about every living thing. I once tried to kill her and I deserved to die. However when I told her this. She had a different view.
"You didn't know any better, you were scared and thought I was a threat, and I was. I didn't belong. Your actions were justified. It's all right," she exclaimed. I couldn't bear it. Here she was, holding her almost murderer in her arms and telling me that my violence to her was justified!
"No Wanda, it wasn't justified! What I did was terrible and I deserve to die!" I cried. I had to quiet down. This was borderline shouting.
"Nobody deserves to die Ian. We all make mistakes. What matters is that we learn from them. Now go to sleep," Wanda whispered. And, because she said it with such determination, I could. I pulled her to my chest, lay down and watched her fall asleep in my arms. She was so peaceful I wondered how I could ever have hurt her. But she was right. It didn't matter. All I knew was that I would rather die than see her hurt. And so I drifted off to sleep to meet the next dream that would come.