OK, so this is a weird one, and I don't know if I even like it. I thought that since both the last and this one are short I'd post both at once. Guess what point of view this is from, and the answer is at the end.

Months

It's been months since you've been with me, Rhett Butler. Ever since your daughter was born I've missed you. I miss your head resting against me. I've missed seeing your browned face peaceful and quiet. Oh, I've missed you Rhett.

Sometimes I still catch glimpses of you. In passing we are like strangers, not really knowing each other. You walk by in the hall and I see you stop by the door, not often, but you never come in.

I curse the day you were banned from the "sanctuary." It was a horrible, horrible blunder. And that was when it all started. It's never been the same since. I want you to come back to me, Rhett. You know I can't cry out, but I need you. You said you could break down the door if need be. Don't you want to? Have I repelled you so that you don't long for my comfort any more? Rhett, I can't make the first move. It has to be you.

Months and months, enough to make years, have passed, and finally you've hear my silent calls. I can feel you again, and even though you're drunk, our connection is greater than ever. I'm excited for what's happening, but I'm scared of what's happening, and I know that I can't lose you again.

But now you're gone, much too soon, and I wish you would have stayed longer. I don't know where you have gone, but in mymind are a few rooms where I know you could be. Why do you do this? Please come back, darling. You know no one can hold you like I can.


So, did you guess? I have the answer. It's…Scarlett's bed. Yeah. Think about it. Read it again. Maybe freak out a little. I know I would. Then tell me if you liked it, or if you think I'm on crack. All comments are welcome, as this was an experiment.