After about 3 months had passed, Sarah realized that it was time to collect all of her remaining items from Mort. She still had a great deal of clothes and shoes and pictures and some odds and ends at his house in New York, not the cabin. She wasn't sure if Mort would still at the Cabin or be back his usual residence in upstate New York. Part of her wanted to see Mort again and a part of her didn't. She knew that if she saw him her heart would break and yet again she knew that if she didn't it would be broken forever.
It was a dual Friday afternoon when she decided to leave and go to his house, she actually had the day off work. As she drove there she felt sick, she wanted nothing more than for the day to already be over. She didn't want to be doing what she was doing, but she knew she had to get it done and over with. And as she thought about how hard it would be seeing him her mind stumbled over old memories and all the good times the two of them had shared together. Her heart raced as she could see the back of his house in sight and when she pulled into the driveway she discovered an unknown vehicle, which gathered her utmost attention. She cut off her engine and stepped out of her car, bracing herself for the worst.
She knocked on the door a bit anxiously and waited. Finally after about 3 minutes a strange, tall, dark complected man answered the door.
"Hello?"
"Hi. Does, um, Morton Rainey still live here?" Sarah asked with a question written all over face.
"Actually no, I bought it from him, just recently, I just moved in about... two weeks ago. I'm sorry. I do believe he's staying in.... what's it called, Tashamore Lake, or something of the sort..." The man answered as he rested his hand on the door frame.
Sarah nodded and half way smiled. "Alright, thank you very much sir. I'm very sorry for the inconvenience." Sarah walked back to her car and drove off to the cabin, hoping that he hadn't sold that too.

When she arrived at the Cabin she noticed Mort's car and sighed of relief and then another sigh of brought on stress. She wasn't so sure what to say to him, or of how he would act. She had let Jennifer know that she was going to Mort's and she told her that she would call her when she arrived. And she also told Jennifer that she would call her and let her know when she was leaving and that if she didn't call her within a few hours to send the police. Sarah thought it was an okay plan. She snatched up her cell phone and dialed Jennifer's number. She let her know that she there and that she was at the cabin. They were sticking to the same plan. She hung up and checked her hair in the rearview mirror, it looked decent. Her make-up was alright too. She looked tired though and very stressed out. She wondered how he looked. Then again, for some reason, she almost didn't want to know. She sighed again and opened her car door and walked slowly to the front porch of the cabin, the whole time she starred down at her feet, not wanting to face the problem that stare before her. She reached the front door and knocked. She waited. Waited. Waited. Finally it opened and her heart skipped so hard she thought it might have landed into her throat.
"Hel-" Mort trailed off realizing that it was Sarah.
"Hey..." Sarah muttered lowly and glanced up him a bit shocked to see that he wasn't wearing his glasses but the roots of his hair had grown out.
"Hey, ummm... do you want to come in or something?" He offered. And stepped aside.
Sarah nodded and walked past him with a smile. Mort returned the smile, his heart going a thousand miles an hour, matching Sarah's.
"So, ugh, what brings you here?" Mort asked.
Sarah looked around the place and noticed how clean it was, which diffenitly wasn't like Mort.
"Well, you know, I need to get some of my things..." Sarah replied, still in awe at how spotless everything was.
"Oh..." Mort sighed a bit and scratched at his head. "Yeah... no problem."
"Well, I mean, you don't have to like hurry up about it or anything, we can talk if you want." Sarah laughed a bit uneasy and turned to face him again, her breathing getting more sporadic when she looked at him.
Mort smiled. "You want some coffee Sarah?"
"I'd love some." She returned to smile and followed him into the kitchen.
She sat down at the kitchen table and watched him make the coffee. She watched him take out two cups out of the cabinet and when he did she noticed that hers was still in there.
"Mort," She stood up and walked over the cabinet. "I want to use this old thing. I miss it." She smiled down at the cup that read, 'Bahama's 1997' and showed a little picture of a pretty yellow flower. Mort shook his head and poured the coffee in it for her, their eyes finally locking.
"I remember when you begged me to buy you that, just because it had the date on it." He laughed.
"I like to remember years, you know that." She replied. And watched him reach over and spoon out a large spoon full of sugar for her coffee and then place it in her cup.
"I know you like your sugar too." He grinned and continued to stir.
"And milk, where's the milk?" Sarah teased.
"In the fridge, Princess." He pointed.
Sarah sighed and went to go it out but Mort interrupted her journey and got it for her.
"There." He began to pour the milk into her cup.
"Stop That's good " She laughed and pushed the milk away.
Mort sighed and capped the milk and put in the fridge.
They both sat down at the kitchen table and sipped their coffee at the same time.
"So, how's life?" Mort asked.
"So-so. You?" Sarah replied.
"Same." He answered.
"I went to the house in upstate and I found out that you sold it?" Sarah pointed out with a bit of a question.
Mort nodded, drinking more of his coffee.
"Yeah." He set down his cup gently. "I didn't really see the point in having two homes any more. I really enjoy the cabin, it's just enough for me and me alone, and it's really a great environment for my writing."
"Yeah, how is that going?"
"Alright, I started another novel, it's going pretty well, actually." He replied.
"Should I ask?" Sarah sighed.
Mort frowned a bit and rubbed his forehead. "It's a love story."
"Really?" Sarah knitted her eyebrows, knowing that Mort had never tried his hand at one of those before.
"Yeah, like I said, it's going really well."

"Good, I'm glad to hear that. I really am." She smiled.
"Am you, what are up to?" He asked sweetly.
Sarah pondered a bit. "Working."
"Really?" Mort asked wanting to know more but not wanting to cross his own boundaries that he set down or hers.
"Yeah, I'm waitressing as for now. Living in an apartment. It's nice though." She had explained as much as she could, she wished to explain more but she simply couldn't.
"That's good Sarah, I know you always wanted to work. I'm sorry that I was sort of controling in that aspect." Mort apologized.
Sarah waved her hand as if to dismiss the subject. "It's alright."
"So, are you seeing anyone right now?" Mort questioned the ultimate question.
Sarah shook her head and rolled her eyes. "No. Are you?"
Mort looked outside the window and cleared his throat. "No."
"That's good." Sarah slipped before she had time to think.
Mort smiled and nodded. "I think so too. I don't think I'm ready to see anyone."
"Me either." Sarah said honestly. "I don't think I will be for awhile."
"Why is that?" Mort asked seriously, even though he fully knew the answer, he just wanted to hear her say the words to make himself feel better.
Sarah sighed. "I don't know... but I think you do."
Mort nodded and bit his lip, afraid she'd say something like that.
"Sarah, I'm sorry." He apologized. "But if it make you feel any better-"
"It won't, so don't try." She snapped and stood up and took her empty coffee cup into the sink.
Mort followed her and stood directly behind her, his arms pinning her from moving in any which direction. She turned around and faced him.
"No matter what you do, Mort, I won't come back to you, because you killed someone... and that in my book is something beyond forgiveness, and you know that. You had no reasoning. She did nothing to deserve it. She may have cheated yes, but you ended it with her, and found me. I am better than Amy, and you know it. I don't understand why you did and frankly, I don't care to. But I find myself the foolish one now, because as I stand here telling you these things and you are starring at me, part of me wants to come running back to you. Honestly, I cry myself to sleep and pretend the fucking pillow next to me is you, because I miss you so much. I want you back Mort, but that night you murdered Amy, that WASN'T you, that wasn't the man I fell in love with and I can't take that chance again, now can I, can I? I don't want to fall in love with you again, and a day later, week later, 5 years later, wake up next you and have you be some kind of crazy ass, insane nut case, on the loose trying to kill me or some one else just because they looked at you wrong or made you feel like shit, I'm not playing that game like I did a few months ago. I'm sorry. So try and prove me otherwise... but I don't know if it will work." Sarah explained, feeling so much better that she had gone and gotten it off of her chest. Mort stood there, starring at her with sad eyes, his lips just inches away from hers. Sarah didn't know what to do, she want to kiss him, but she didn't want to fall for him again, she didn't want to be back in the same position she was in just months ago, but she missed him so much it was killing her slowly. Mort on the other hand didn't know about himself and he understood Sarah's words completely. He loved Sarah so much, he didn't want to see that happen to her again, but he did want her back and he was just learning to trust himself again and learning how to cage the demons inside of him, but what if she was right? What if they did come back to haunt him? Not only would they come back to haunt him, but they would also come back to haunt her? Could he deal with bringing the one he loved back into that lifestyle? But could live life and deal with it without her? Maybe he could help her cope with it better?
Sarah gazed deep into his brown eyes and realized that he had to be thinking deeply into her words. She felt bad about what she said, but she meant every single line. Mort sighed and let go of the edge of sink and took a step away from her.
"I'll go get your stuff. It's upstairs." He said quietly.
Sarah suddenly realized that after those words she would never see him again. She would simply get her things, put them in her car, start her own life and never hear from him again. This would be the end. She watched him walk upstairs and she rested her head on the side of the wall and felt tears collect in her eyes. Why did she always have to cry? She promised herself she wouldn't do this. One tear rolled down her cheek and that was a tear too many.
Mort came down stairs with two large boxes and set them by the door he stopped and took a long look at Sarah how was trying to hide the fact that she was crying.
"Don't." She said as she saw him walk over to her with a concerned look on his face.
"Why the hell not?"
Sarah sniffed back more tears and became frustrated. "Because, you'll just make it more difficult on me."
"And like this isn't difficult on me " He exclaimed and rested his head up against the wall next to hers.
She refused to look up at him, which is what he wanted and she knew it. "Just, go get my shit." She sighed and wiped her tears.
"Sarah..." He reached down and grabbed her hand, which she for reason didn't pull away. "I'm not going to beg you."
"I know Mort." She nodded, her tears now flooding back into throat.
"But, I'll do what you want." He went to walk away, but she held onto his grip and pulled him back over to her, finally remembering what his hands felt like.
"Mort, do me a favor." She said through a small sob.
"Anything..."
"Just hold me." She cried.
He opened his arms and embraced her, thanking God that he could once again run his fingers through her hair and feel her heart beating against his, even if it was her crying. Her tears landed one by one on his shirt and her nails dug into back almost like a cats, she didn't want to let go. She didn't want to have to be without him. She wanted to hate him though, she wanted to hate him for doing this do her, she wanted so bad to slap him and to insult him and to leave right then and there but she simply couldn't, she couldn't stop the pain that was taking over her body. Instead, she loved him, she loved him so deeply that it was killing her just to think about walking back out of that door. It was killing her just to move her head off of his shoulder and take in a breath of air. She wanted to crawl inside of him and make up for the months that she had been away, she wanted to ask him a million questions.

She wanted to know everything about his mental state, she was concerned, but at the same time scared. She didn't want to face the fact that he was different, but even though he was, she realized that she still wanted to be with him and that too scared her. She was in love with a murdered and that made her sick. But as she held onto him he felt the same, he loved her the same and made her feel the same. He made her feel better and safe. She felt whole and at home in his arms and that made her happy. She finally looked up at him and he brought his thumb to the corner of her eye and wiped away another tear. When she looked at him she realized that he too had been be crying and this made her feel better. She reached out and took her own thumb, just as he had, and wiped away one of his tears. He faintly smiled and rested his forehead on hers, making her heart skip again. She reached her arms around his neck and then cupped his face, bringing his lips nearly an inch away from hers and stopped. Mort held his breath, waiting for her to make the next move, he wanted her to kiss him, he wanted to feel her lips against his, he wanted to taste her again and to enjoy their closeness, but he knew that it was her decision he respected that fully.
Sarah closed her eyes tightly and moved her hands down to Mort's chest and at the same time brought her lips against his.

Mort wrapped his arms across her waist bringing their embrace closer together and pressed his lips tighter against hers. They stood just like that for a moment enjoying the feel of one another until Sarah tilted her head and slipped her tongue deep inside of his mouth. Mort's heart beat faster and his hand pressed harder against the small of her back. Sarah practically moaned at this intense kiss, realizing then just how much she had been missing. A feeling spread through out her body and she felt weak, her knees shook a bit and she found it harder to stand up next to him. Mort oddly enough felt the same. He brought one of his hand off of her hip and brought it up to her cheek slowly pulling her lips away from his, not wanting to stop their moment, but knowing that if he didn't he might loose control of himself. Sarah opened her eyes and gazed up him taking a minute to catch her lost breath. His eyes looked beautiful again and normal, they looked familiar to her, they looked like Mort Rainey's, the man she loved, something she hadn't seen in over 4 months.
"Mort-" She began, her hand still resting on his chest and another deeply rooted through his hair.
He looked down at her questionably, hoping that whatever she'd say wouldn't break his heart again.
"Mort-" She rested her head on his shoulder and then looked back up him, his eyes still the same. "I love you."
Mort brought his hand to her chin and leaned his lips to hers again. "I love you." And with that he kissed her again, harder than before and with more longing. Sarah welcomed this, feeling so much the same. She pushed him against the wall and planted rough kisses down his cheeks to his neck and ears. Mort released a moan she bit down gently on his earlobe and circled her tongue behind his ear. Their minds were swirling, not so sure what do first, not so sure how to take it slow, they both wanted to savor each other but at the same neither could wait any longer, they wanted each other. They had missed each other too long.
Mort's hand reached downward to Sarah's hips and he let his fingers dwindle underneath her shirt, his middle finger playing against her belly. Sarah blushed when she felt him reach higher and take hold of her breasts. She didn't know exactly why she was blushing but Mort noticed and smiled at her cutely. Sarah giggled a bit and helped him stip off her shirt. He gazed down at her and grinned noticing her shape had changed. She must have lost about 15 pounds. He thought to himself about her job again and wondered how much she must have been working. He felt bad again pulled her closer to him.
"Sarah-" Mort whispered lowly as she reached her hands up his shirt and scratched her nails against his skin causing him to shudder.
"Hmm?" She glanced up at with a smirk.
He began to feel obligated to stop this between them, he wouldn't feel right if they made love and then she left him again. That would break his heart more than her just putting her shirt back on and leaving now and he knew that. But starring at her, feeling her skin against his and her breath on his neck brought back memories and feelings inside of him that he couldn't exactly push aside. He sighed a bit aggravated within himself.
"Do you want to go upstairs?" He asked, knowing that he had to toss out something.
Sarah looked at him funny and then nodded. "Actually, yeah..."
"Come on." He grabbed her hand and walked her in that direction. Sarah realized just then that she had to call Jennifer and let her know that the plans were off. Shit She thought as she gazed at Mort.
"Hey baby," She walked closer to him and grabbed at the front of pants.
Mort almost jumped. "Yes?"
"Can I use the bathroom right quick?" She smiled mischievously and kissed his cheek sweetly.
"Yeah, go ahead..." He looked at her strangely.
"Alright, I'll meet you upstair, I'll be back in flash." She headed into the bathroom and Mort walked into the bedroom.
Sarah closed the bathroom door and locked it with a sighed. She pulled out her cell phone out of her jean pocket and dialed Jennifer. She told her that she was alright and that Mort and her were "just catching up on things". Jennifer, course didn't buy it but she trusted Sarah's decisions. Sarah hung up quickly and gazed into the mirror. She was shaking. She wasn't sure if she could go through with this anymore. She wanted him...badly. She loved him whole heartily. But if she made love to him, what did that mean? Did that mean that she was staying? Did that mean that she was back forever? She didn't know and maybe Mort didn't either. She sighed again, knowing that she really had no choice but to walk out of the bathroom and give him something. She striped down to her under wear and fixed her hair a bit. She walked up the stairs slowly her mind still skipping over a thousand thoughts.
When she walked into the bedroom she found Mort sitting on the bed with his shirt off. She had hold back a smile at the view. He looked up at her and cleared his throat softly, his body instantly reacting to a sight that he hadn't witnessed in quiet some time.
"Better?" She asked and sat down next to him.
He looked up at her and felt his pulse race. "Much."
"Good." She placed her hand on his shoulder and rubbed it down to his back, sending chills throughout his body. He turned to face her front on and leaned in to kiss her but she pulled away, those thoughts interrupting her again.
"Mort, wait..." She began.
"I know, I'm thinking the same thing." He sighed roughly.
"I want you, my God, do I want you." She laid back across the bed and rubbed her eyes in frustration.
Mort laid on his side next to her and said, "Sarah, if we do this, you don't have to stay with me. I'm not going to make you. You know that, I'm not here to force you into anything. I love you too much to force you into something you don't want."
Sarah glanced over at him and nodded. "I understand that. I just, I don't know Mort. If we do this... I think, I will want to stay more and maybe I don't want to stay, but right now, I think I do. I'm so confused."
Mort reached over and rubbed her forehead gently. "Me too."
Sarah laid there, thinking about him. Looking up at his eyes, and his bare chest and the way his cheek bones were shaped. She took in the way his hand felt against her forehead and she realized that if she didn't do this now, she might never have time to savor it again. She closed her eyes and released a sigh.
"Mort."
"What's that?" He asked.
"Do me another favor?" She looked up at him.
"Anything..."
"Make love to me." She all but begged.
He let go of her forehead and rolled on top of her, his elbows taking his weight off of her. He kissed her passionately, his tongue swirling and tasting hers.
"I promise." He smiled down warmly at her and then kissed her again.