Chapter 7: Ashes

I'd rather die, that's what I thought. Rather end my own life then live knowing I'd come second to Norman. Pride. My own ego drove me to the edge, I opened my eyes; looking down to my side was Emma- smiling with a pained expression she broke down in tears. Even so, you're still by my side, Emma. I rest my right hand on her head, which laid in my chest as she cried, I looked around; I must have blacked out at some point- I was lying in a hospital bed.

I groan in pain and look to my side, my arm bandaged up, I touch the left side of my face- that's badly burned too… I pet Emma, such a good girl; always so loyal to me; I should have suffered burns all over my body but she must have moved face to stop the flames from reducing me around. I frowned, I'm sure she's angry with me behind all of those tears- even so. I win. I smiled lifting her face and wiping her tears with my unharmed hand; she only cried more.

For hours she only cried, cried until her eyes were swollen and red, exhausted I only stroke her long hair to comfort her. At last, she stopped crying and sat up; wiping her eyes; it seemed as if she had burned out and had nothing left. I stroke her cheek and she pushed my hand away; I frowned as she shrugged her head as to avoid my gaze.

Ray: "Emma,"

Emma: "…"

Ray: "Norman, is dead. Isn't he?"

Emma: "No, he's not!" *Starts tearing up* "But he's doing really bad,"

Ray: "It's my fault, yet you're by my side and not his,"

Emma: "I knew you'd get the wrong idea if I stayed with him, and I wanted to be with you when you woke up,"

Ray: *Smiles* "Good girl, Emma,"

Emma: *Looks at Ray* "This isn't a contest, do you know what you did?! You could have killed you both and left me with no one: how do you think I'd have felt?!"

Ray: "I knew you'd be able to save one of us,"

Emma: "That's not the point, you risked at least one of you dying!"

Ray: "I needed you to prove your loyalty to me,"

Emma: "You already had it, it shouldn't have gotten this bad Ray,"

Ray: "You were the one who wavered, my feelings for you have always been the same! I love you- "

Emma: "You love you're self! You love your ego and your pride- if you loved me, you would never put me through that," *Starts sobbing*

I took a deep breath and laid back as I closed my eyes, a shivered from the pain; the burning in my face and arm hurt so much I could barely move. I turned my head to Emma as I open my eyes, "I love you, please don't leave me," I mutter with a worried tone. "I love you too, but I don't know if I can ever forgive you," she cry fighting back tears.

With the little strength I had I pulled my shirt off, groaning in pain, "Ray, stop- what are you doing?" she yelled standing up. I smiled as she look at me worried, I pant trying not to pass out from the pain, "Property of Emma," I smiled pointing at the tattoo on my chest.

She blushed, "It'll be hard for me to find another girl with this on me, unless her name is also Emma," I joked and she covered her face so I couldn't she her smile.

Emma: "That's your own fault dummy,"

Ray: "You wouldn't mind another girl touching it?"

Emma: "I would hate that!"

Ray: *Laughs*

Emma: *Blushes* "I-I! Stop it, I can't forgive you yet!"

Ray: "Why not, I said I'm sorry,"

Emma: "That's not enough!"

Ray: "I love you; will you still have my babies?"

Emma: *Blushes harder* "Whaa- I!"

Ray: "Sounds like a yes, let's start right away,"

Emma: "You need to rest, just go to sleep already!"

Ray: "I'd be easier to sleep of you cuddle with me, you're tired too right?"

Emma: "N-No! We, we're breaking up!"

Ray: *Sad face full of worry*

Emma: "Not forever, j-just for a while."

Ray: *Looks down with puppy dog eyes, tearing up*

Emma: *Shakes Ray softly* "If I forgive you, you won't learn! You can go around setting our friends unfire or trying to kill yourself, I love you and that hurt… You have to work on not being jealous, "

Ray: *Sighs* "That's fair I guess, it'll still be hard,"

Emma: "If you can work on your anger, and promise not to hurt anyone ever… Then, then… W-We should get married,"

Ray: *Smiles and chuckles*

Emma: "B-But only when you're better! And you apologize to Norman,"

Ray: *Sticks tongue out* "BLAAAAAAAH"

Emma: "Don't be a jerk, he's gonna live, and he's gonna get better and you owe it to him to say sorry; I won't ever forgive you if you can do that!"

Ray: *Pouts* "You're lucky I love you, Emma"

Emma: "Thank you, Ray," *Sits beside him on the bed*

She kissed me on the lips, "This will be our last time, until then, Ray," she was right, it was. We made love, Emma riding me as if she needed sex more then air. I held her back steady as she bounced up and down, I pant in pleasure enjoying her tight warmth and the smell of her sweet juices filling the air.

She lifted my chin, "Is it hard to look at, my face?" I asked leaning back as she held my chest with her other hand. She smiled, "No, you're still handsome, you've always been," She smiled.

We kissed as the wet sounds of our bodies slapping together became louder. She moaned in pleasure, her inner walls closing in tighter as she came closer to her end and I whisper dirty nothings in her ear. I lick her neck as I felt bliss run through my blood and my head go light as I burst inside of her, bucking my hips back and fourth; bearing the pain as pleasure. She threw her head back as she moaned, she's mine, she will always be.

I'm sure all of her frustration had built into sexual tension, which we settled with rough sex. After we finished, it was like we were only friends, but I guess that was the deal.

Several months had passed and like Emma said, Norman lived; he didn't look too bad. He did suffer from breathing problems and needed a lot of care, care which Emma had provided. She took care of him nearly every day and he seemed to be almost healed besides some scars and he still used crutches to get around because he left leg was badly burned. Only Emma knew she had been 3 months pregnant.

I watched behind a tree Emma helped him into his house, they smiled at each other. I could tell, he still love her, no, he loved her even more then before; being as vulnerable as he was; her taking care of him and feeding him… I flinch as I tighten my burned fist as I leaned up against the tree, "It's not over yet is it, Norman?"

Creator's Note:

Kinda want to do a "Kill Norman" spin off but that's kind of petty. Or a spin off in general, I kinda ended it in a weird place. Hope you Enjoyed. If you enjoyed this, you should read the Promised forever Land 'Red' and 'White' versions!' Thanks for reading, comment and tell me what you think- or what you want next!