Note: I literally haven't wrote GWTW fanfic for years. Hence my writing is rusty. Lately though, my love for GWTW has been renewed. When I first wrote Dream of Triumph I was a 17 year old girl. Now I'm a 30 year old woman and have felt a different perspective on the relationship of Scarlett/ Rhett. I hope you all enjoy.
The Dawn Was Grey
Rhett was packing. Packing away their marriage. Packing away their future together. Scarlett O'Hara Hamilton Kennedy Butler couldn't accept defeat. She wouldn't beg— but she had to have a last moment with Rhett. And hope— hope God would smile at her again. Her chin pressed in her hand, she bit back her tears. The panic and stress swelling in her breast.
Maybe minutes, hours had passed. The light shining through the stain glass windows was darkening. Scarlett didn't know what time it was. It didn't matter. Time was her enemy. Never enough time. Not enough time with her Bonnie, Pa, Ma, Melanie and now her Rhett!
She tiredly picked herself up off of the stairs. Her body feeling so old and weak. Not like the 28 year old vivacious woman she usually was. She climbed the steps then walked down the hall to Rhett's room. The door was ajar so she pushed it open.
The broad shoulders filled her vision as he packed. Biting her lip, her mind helplessly tried to think of something strong or witty to say.
The dark head turned and equally black eyes stared at her silently. "Yes?"
"Rhett- I know you're going. But could you- stay one more night? At least until I leave for Tara tomorrow. Please? I- I don't want to be alone. It's so quiet as dark in here."
A pregnant pause. Scarlett felt he'd reject her request. After all, he told her he didn't give a damn to what she would do. She raised her jaw and shoulders. Showing him she was strong still. Yet, she felt like a small girl begging not to be alone at night.
He sighed and shrugged. "Alright. One more night. I suppose Charleston, Paris or London will be there tomorrow." Shut the cabinet he'd been rummaging through. Sank onto the bed and sighed again. "I guess there's nothing left to do but sleep. Good night Scarlett."
No. No. She needed more time. Dinner with him. A nightcap. Anything to hear his voice and be in his presence.
"Aren't you hungry?" She casually asked.
"Not really. But I see you still think with your stomach. Go ahead and eat, Scarlett, you don't need my permission."
He said it so blandly. No hint of malice. So she couldn't be mad at him. Yet irritation rose in her chest. She wanted to get him to react! To have some fire in his eyes directed at her. Even if it wasn't passion for her.
"I never asked for your permission- I just-"
Rhett muttered. "Just spit out what you're thinking. This is painful."
"Have dinner with me?" She softy asked, biting back a sharp retort. "You need energy to travel, correct? Surely we can have a pleasant last dinner together, Rhett."
He looked annoyed and suspicious. Lips curled and he stroked his mustache once. Shrugged. "Tell the cook to make us dinner then. I suppose I can stomach a last dinner with you."
Oh she felt angry. Stomach a last dinner with her? Great balls of fire! As if she were so terrible to have dinner with! She nodded stiffly. "See you downstairs then." Turned on her heel and left his room, unconsciously slamming his door behind her.
Cringing, she thought she heard him make a remark. Couldn't tell but she was vexed. Felt her charms wouldn't work on him. Rhett always knew what she was up to... But if she could get him good and drink... maybe she could lure him into her bed one last time. The thought made her feel giddy suddenly.