Tom looked at horror as Rebecca broke down in front of him. I wish we never fell in love...
"You what?" he asked her a bit more kindly. She looked up and tore down into the woods, a white light blinding her pathway as he moved to follow her. He realized that she had Apparated out of the area, and all he could remember were her last words ringing over and over again in her head. I wish we never fell in love…
"Rebecca?" he called out in a weaker voice than he had expected. The only sounds that he heard was his own panting breath and the sounds of the night. He buried his hands in his hands and sat down on the floor. He could remember how Rebecca had cried with joy when they had been angry before. Her suddenly brightening eyes and her kisses illuminated in his head, and he desperately wished they could make up again. But this seemed to be the end. The wound he had cut was too deep. He felt tears emerging from his eyes, and he bent down, crying over his loss.
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Rebecca, sobbing her heart out, bent down to fetch a suitcase from under the bed.
"What the hell am I doing?" she asked angrily, tossing the suitcase back under the bed. She threw herself onto the bed and remembered the night from a few months ago. She sat up, trying to calm herself, and walked to the closet. As she grabbed a spare dress, she flung the closet door shut and leaned against it in frustration.
"Tom…Tom…" she said out loud. "Why? Tell me why." She remembered Tom's look as she said her last words in the woods. She began crying new tears all over again, and she sunk to the ground.
"Miss Becky?" a voice asked.
"Go away, John!" she screamed at him. She wanted to disappear. But what she really wanted to do was die. She wanted to melt just like the Wicked Witch of the West had.
"Rebecca!" a different voice said, and she looked up to see Tom looking at her.
"Go away," she said, looking towards the wall.
"I'm not going to," he said, bending down and taking her into his arms. She pushed him away and turned to face him angrily.
"Tom, if you want to kill Muggles that bad, kill me," she said. "I want to die. I WANT TO DIE!"
"You're mental!" he said in a dangerously calm way.
"I'M NOT! KILL ME!" she cried. She grabbed him by the collar. "KILL ME!"
"I'm not going to!" he shouted at her. He grabbed her shoulders, and she broke down crying again. She cowered to the ground and cried her heart out. Tom watched her helplessly. She finished crying a few minutes later and regained control of herself.
"I-I feel like I'm only living to let the baby live," she confided in an almost-calm voice.
"You're not," he said, tenderly touching her cheek with a warm hand. "You're living because you want to be with me."
"I don't feel like it anymore," she said quietly. Tom kissed her on the forehead, and she didn't resist. She was exhausted and frightened at the same time.
"You know I still love you, right?" Tom said as Rebecca shifted her position so she was leaning against the wall. "Even though you said all of that."
"I know," she said, sighing. She threw her head against the wall as the door knocked again.
"Miss Becky?"
"What is it?" she asked, standing up. Tom grabbed her hand protectively, and she looked back. He smiled through his red eyes, and she couldn't help smiling back. He stood up and opened the door.
"Miss Becky?" he asked. "Oh, hello Mr. Thomas."
"Good evening, John," Tom replied flatly. Rebecca could feel Tom's hand squeeze hers firmer, and she squeezed back. She realized that John couldn't see that they were holding hands.
"I was wondering if I could talk to you for a moment," he requested. Tom looked at Rebecca, who looked at his protective hand. She looked up at his face, and he cocked his head to the side. She didn't want to let go, though.
"John, I…erm…I need to talk to you later," Rebecca said hastily, taking the door's handle and fiddling with it.
"Oh…okay. Sorry about interrupting something," John apologized, and Rebecca closed the door. She felt an odd feeling in her stomach and she looked down. She completely forgot about the baby.
"Tom…I feel sick," she said, and she let go of his hand. She dashed to the bathroom, and Tom followed her. She bent down to throw up, but nothing came out.
"What is it?" Tom asked, holding her shoulders protectively. She turned around, looking perfectly fine to Tom.
"I-I dunno," she said. She put a hand on her stomach, and she smiled.
"The baby kicked," she said, happiness returning into her eyes. Tom couldn't help laughing with happiness and picking her up as he stood up. He kissed her on the lips, and he could hear her laughs ringing in his ears.
