Tony walked back to bed, after calling in sick.
What did these dreams mean?
All the others he had had, Kate was pleading him to save her. Now she wanted to die?
Tony shook his head, as if to rid his mind of his thoughts.
These dreams were making him lose sleep.
Every morning he looked into the bathroom mirror, a pale, skeleton reflection stared back at him.
Dark smudges permanently rested under his eyes.'The unsuspecting victim, of darkness in the valley, we can live like jack and sally if you want"
-Flashback-
Tony held Kates hand, salt water sliding down his face.
He bent, level with Kates face. Cold, lifeless eyes staring back at him.
Tony kissed Kates forehead, resting his cheek on hers.
Anger boiled inside of Tony, for ari, for not being able to save Kate. And himself.
Not a day goes by that Tony doesn't swear at himself, for not telling Kate, how he felt.
How his heart pounded every time she was close. How scared he was that she could hear it. but she would never hear, or feel it.
and thats what tony regretted the most.