Author's Note: Once again, thanks for the reviews! I'm really surprised that this fan fiction has gathered as much attention as it has being that it is so short. Well, this is the second to last chapter, but the one that gives the story its name. I added a quote and a few lyrics from "We'll Have Tomorrow", the cut Seymour and Audrey love song. So if you know the song like I do, you might enjoy this chapter more than the reader who has never heard it. Also, I've added part of my own character theory here. It won't make much sense unless I explain this one bit to you: Audrey had an older sister named Julia when she was younger. She'll be mentioned here, so hopefully now you won't be confused.

*With love,

S. Snowflake.

Trust Me, It's True

Part Three: Goodnight

The rain continued to pour long into the night, drowning out all the other sounds on Skid Row. It was close to midnight, but Seymour and Audrey did not sleep as they lied together in their nightclothes, side by side. Audrey was reading one of her magazines while Seymour simply stared up at the ceiling. Only he knew what was keeping him from showing Audrey all of the love in his heart that she so deserved from him, and it made him go insane trying to keep his secret from her.

If she knew what I've done, she wouldn't love me anymore. Even if I never tell her and somehow kill that vegetable, she won't love me. I need her, but I can barely take living like this, he thought.

Audrey hummed a tune in her soft voice, flipping through page after page of the magazine, but paused when she glanced over at Seymour. She frowned before asking, "Seymour, darling, what's wrong?"

Seymour looked back into Audrey's lovely green eyes, attempting his best smile and said, "Nothin' Audrey, everything's… perfect."

Audrey set down her magazine at last and held Seymour's hand. "You don't seem too happy about it. What's the matta'? Is it something wrong with me?"

"You? Never, Audrey. You-you're wonderful. Everything's just fine! I mean, who could be happier than us?"

Audrey paused. "You're lying to me."

"No! No, I'd never-"

"Seymour, I know when you're lying or not. Is it me that's the problem?"

"No, Audrey," Seymour repeated. "You'd never be a problem."

Audrey smiled, knowing that Seymour's last statement was truthful, but then her grin wavered. "So, what's the matta'?"

"I-I can't tell you," Seymour said.

"Please?"

"No."

Audrey pouted before kissing Seymour's face repeatedly and with each breath of air asking, "Please? Please? Please?"

Seymour knew that he was at his limit by the seventh kiss and pushed her away. "No, Audrey! Don't you get it? I'm not gonna tell you what's wrong with me! Okay?"

Audrey moved back, surprised by her boyfriend's reaction. "Seymour," she said slowly. "You're acting more funny these days. Something's not right, I can tell. If this is the way it's gonna be…"

At her words, Seymour panicked and jumped up. "No, wait! Audrey, listen. I want to tell you what's going on, more than anything, but…I just can't. Not now anyway. Someday, someday soon you'll know. And then we both'll never have to see Skid Row again, I promise."

Audrey paused and looked down at the blanket in her hands. "I don't want anymore promises, I just want someone who won't lie to me. I've had so many boyfriends lie to me, Seymour. One says he was just going out to drink and then he neva' came back, anotha' says he was just meeting his sista', but he was really cheating on me. It hurts, Seymour."

Seymour took a deep breath and smiled at her. "I would never hurt you, Audrey. That's a promise and the truth."

Audrey grinned and kissed Seymour faintly before pulling him into another hug. "I know, I know," she said, resting her head on his shoulder. "Look, let's just start ova'. I mean, we've all got secrets."

"Okay," Seymour muttered in reply as she released him.

Audrey stood up from the bed and walked across the room, her nightgown flowing gently in the air with each step she made across the floor, as if she were some sort of specter. She plucked a photograph off her shelf, half-closing her eyes and taking another breath. "Did I eva' tell you about my sista'?"

Seymour shook his head as Audrey came back and sat down beside him.

"That's her when she was nine, and that's me when I was six," Audrey said, pointing to the small, black and white picture of two girls playing in the city streets. The little Audrey's hair was an incredibly platinum blonde color, almost to the point of being white, while her taller sister had thick, brown curls atop her head. "Her name was Julia."

"Hey, I used to play there sometimes too," Seymour said, noticing the backdrop of the photo. "Isn't that right in front of Shmendrik's place?"

"Yeah! Where the kids used to draw all ova' the wall?" Audrey answered with a laugh. "To think, we must've just missed each otha'."

"Imagine that," Seymour said, and then paused. "So, how come you never let me meet your sister?"

Audrey shut her eyes. "She died, Seymour." She waited for some kind of response, but when none came she continued, "She died on a rainy night, just like t'night. And it was my fault."

"What?" Seymour asked with alarm. Audrey killed her own sister? No, it can not be true… could it?

"She wanted to go to her friends' party. Mama wouldn't let her go, and she was so upset, so I… I helped her sneak out. We waited until Ma was sleeping, then we climbed out the window and she left for the party. I waited a few hours and it started to rain, but I kept waiting and waiting all night. In the morning the police came and told Ma that she'd been hit by a car in the middle a' the night." A silent tear slid down Audrey's face. "Mama's neva' talked to me since."

"Audrey…I'm so sorry," Seymour said as she cried a little more. He knew he had to say something to make her feel better, to let her know that she was innocent. "You didn't know what would happen. You'd never hurt anyone."

"But if I hadn't helped her get out, then she'd still be alive, Seymour," Audrey squeaked. "It's my fault. That's why I'm all messed up."

"You're not messed up, Audrey. You've just had a tough time in the past, and, we've all got a past, Audrey," Seymour said, swallowing the shame of his own actions. "-But we'll have tomorrow. Trust me, it's true." It came to him suddenly, but Seymour sang the next few words that popped into his head gently and with meaning:

"We'll have tomorrow, we'll get through.

"Clouds'll be parted, the sun will shine bright

"We'll have tomorrow if we make it through tonight…"

He stopped and Audrey sniffled before nodding softly. "I hope you're right." Her smile quickly came back onto her face. "You know, I've neva' told any a' my otha' boyfriends about that. I guess it's good to get things off your chest. Thanks for listening… and for the song too."

"Anytime," Seymour answered with honesty, then faked a yawn. "Audrey, I'm feeling tired. I think I'd better get some sleep now."

"Me too," Audrey replied, placing the old photograph beside her on the bedside drawer. She switched off the lights and moved closer to Seymour, feeling the warmth of his body beside her. She snuggled just a little bit closer, rested her upper body against his comfortably, and put her hand on his shoulder before shutting her eyes.

"Goodnight, Seymour," she said.

Seymour felt safe again in the angel's embrace, and smiled before resting his glasses on the floor and closing his eyes as well. "Goodnight, Audrey."

"Don't you be frightened.

Don't be afraid.

If we see tomorrow we've got it made…"