Scarlett looked up from where she lay crying on the steps. I'll get him back! I know I will. I've always been able to get what I've wanted. Slowly, Scarlett stood up. Shaking violently she walked up towards the prison that was her room.

Scarlett paused as she passed Rhett's room. I was a fool to think Rhett's room was empty. He always had Bonnie. I was the one with the empty room. Empty save for my foolish pride. Scarlett hesitated only a moment before entering Rhett's room. She touched the finished wood of Rhett's large bed.

Stopping before his bureau, she opened up a drawer. On top of his neatly folded cravates was a picture of Scarlett and Rhett on their honey moon. Scarlett's grip on the photo slipped as she gasped at the rush of memories that overwhelmed her.

Rhett had loved her so much and she had treated him so poorly. Scarlett walked to Rhett's bed, and enfolded herself in the large blue blanket that smelled uniquely like Rhett.

As she fell asleep her last thoughts were of Rhett's last words, "My dear, I don't give a damn."