Author's Note- I don't know if anybody actually reads these but oh well, i will continue to write them anyways. This chapter is not incredibly relevant to the whole story but it DOES have some clues in that will be picked up on later into the story...

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"Connor, I'm slipping! I can't hold on!" Abby screamed as she lost the hold she had on the cliff. Now only Connor was holding her above a rocky death. But suddenly someone pushed Connor out of the way and another hand had a firm grasp on Abby's wrist. She looked up into Stephen's face, startled to see that it looked angry.

"You could have saved me," he said, "But you didn't."

"Stephen, I'm so sorry." Abby cried, grasping his hand so tightly that her knuckles were white, "I didn't want you to die- anything but!"

"You make me laugh." He growled scornfully.

"I didn't Stephen!" the tears began to spurt down Abby's face, "Please believe me! I love you!" the words she had been too scared to utter before were now out in the open, though they were rushed and sounded meaningless.

"Bye Abby." He laughed and let her arm go. She screamed as she felt herself falling, he heavy exhausted body, rushing towards its fate. But then, someone else grabbed her hand.

"Well? Are you coming?" Helen asked, just the same way she had after revealing her and Stephen's affair and then she was falling yet again.

Suddenly she woke in a cold sweat, silent tears running down her cheeks. The door slowly creaked open and Abby looked up to see Connor's silhouette. He came over to her side.

"Are you okay?" he asked, though it was clear that he wouldn't believe her if she said yes, "You were yelling."

"Yeah." Abby nodded even though she knew that he knew that she wasn't. He perched on the edge of her bed and pulled her into a gentle hug. Abby breathed in his soft, minty smell and sighed as more tears dripped down onto his shoulder. As she cried, she remembered the day hpw it actually had been- Connor had saved her. She knew his feelings for her, but she had never liked him the same way back. Stephen was always the one that she wanted, but Connor had never let go until he had admitted his feelings. And then it was a bit too late. If he had made his move when she was hurting after the revelation of Stephen and Helen's affair, then she probably would've fell into his arms, but she had got over it and now... well, she had completely fallen for him all over again.

She didn't say anything- she didn't need to. Connor knew exactly what was wrong and he couldn't help the jealousy hitting him hard. He wanted her to himself and he'd thought that having Stephen out of the way would make things between them better, not worse. Since he had died, she hadn't been sleeping well and he had thought that her grief would retreat at some point, not escalate as the days went on. But then, he didn't know about Helen's proposal- Abby had kept quiet, like she promised and she wasn't planning on breaking it...

Eventually, they fell asleep in each others' arms, Connor snoring lightly and Abby dead to the world, not even feeling Connor's breathe on her peachy skin. For now, all was quiet.

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