MY CATS! My loveable, beautiful kitties have been given away! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! My precious, precious...
Well, even though I'm not in the mood, I'll still give you another chapter... my poor, precious kitties...
She can't think of anything other than how late she must of slept in. Maybe she has had another check-up, and they sedated her again. But it doesn't matter; she opens her eyes and his are staring above her. She is only slightly startled. He has done this, many times. She is never allowed out past nine o'clock, he chooses to sometimes sneak her carefully into the garden, where they would spend the night catching fireflies, hiding from security, and swimming at the coast. Somehow he always brought he back before the sun broke the horizon.
She assumes that he is here for another rendezvous outside, but she glances to her left. A ring...?
It crashes upon her like waves, and she nearly screams, but his voice interrupts her soothingly with "S'okay, chère, shh, shh, it's s'okay." He is able to bring her back from hysteria with his promise, and she looks back to him. "Do... d'ya...?" He smiles sadly and removes the glove from his left hand, and reveals a band.
She closes her eyes dizzily and covers her eyes. "So Ah'm... you're... " She peeks between her fingers. "Husband?" she finishes weakly.
"O' t'ree years. Four years, if y' include y're time here." He lifts the ring from the nightstand, and holds it out to her.
It is a test. If she takes the ring, then she accepts her past as his wife, and accepts her future, too, and he will continue with what she wants to know. If she doesn't, then he will leave with it, perhaps forever.
She holds out her hand, and he slips it on, a perfect fit.
Holding it in front of her face, she admires how right it looks on her finger, and how foreign. He suddenly shudders. She snaps up to look at him, and he seems to be crying dry tears. His arms are crushing her before she can ask what's wrong, and his head his buried in her neck. "Chère... I've missed y', chère."
It's her turn to cry, silently, but with real, cold tears. Does he think she remembers now? Does he think she understands suddenly? She can't help but feel a certain amount of jealousy for who she was. That one seems like a different person now, and she was only a stand-in, wearing the ring that once belonged to herself, yet not herself.
She almost apologizes that she can't be who she was, but he beats her to it, "'M sorry, chère, so sorry." Sorry? She doesn't know what to think, what to say, but it doesn't matter because he pulls back and says softly, "It's time f'r us t' go now, ma petite."
She echoes him nearly silently, "We need ta go... "
"Home, chère, we need t' go home."
Ha, ha! I said, short. Now, yes, it is incredibly small. But. I'm updating rather fast, aren't I? Normally, I'd write more, but I like this drop-off.
So, until my very next update real soon,
E.V.A.N.
Happy Halloween!