A/N- Nooo, winter break ended on the 3rd! But I'm glad I was able to update as much as I did. I can't stop myself from writing more, like there are so many more ideas I can stuff into this! Ho-hum. I haven't even written in a festival yet. :C Anyway, on with the show!

Chapter 29

Angela grumbled about being able to take care of her wounds herself as they left the clinic with a handful of spare bandages. She really didn't appreciate being called the "clinic addict" by her own fiancé.

"It's not like I was mauled by my chicken, Gill. Honestly, you're acting like you don't remember I almost died a while ago," she ranted, "Haven't you ever gotten hurt, like physically?" Gill stopped to think for a moment. Had he? He really didn't play outside much as a kid, obviously. Most of the time, he was inside reading or doing math, alone.

"I tripped and skinned my knee when I was five…" He said quietly, seeming disappointed for whatever reason. Angela raised her eyebrows, as if to say that's it? He continued to search his mind for any histories of injuries besides the bruises he had earned at Angela's farm. No matter how hard Gill thought, he couldn't recall anything.

"Humph. One of these days, Gill, one of these days. If you spend too much time around me, you'll end up getting hurt in one way or another." She laughed. "I just like to have fun. Unfortunately for you, that means taking risks." Angela paused and chewed on the inside of her lip. Gill knew that face all too well; she was planning something. Her eyes lit up and she clapped her hands together. "I know what'll be fun!"

"…What will be fun?" Gill asked warily.

"No time for questions! Let's go!" She grabbed his hand tightly and started to run, Gill stumbling behind her. To tell the truth, Angela wondered herself why she had decided to take him to the mine cart. She had just recently gotten over her fear of it due to a rather unpleasant experience including the bridge. They skidded to a stop in front of the cart, which looked as if it had been refurbished. "Here we are. Ready?"

"It's dirty in there and-"Gill started, but was cut off by a clumsy kiss from Angela.

"Aww, come on. Live a little!" Angela pouted. "I loooove you!" She whined, batting her eyelashes. He sighed.

"Fine, just this once," he replied, "under one condition." Angela furrowed her eyebrows and stuck her hands in her pockets, disappointed. However, she nodded. "Spring wedding."

"B-but…" She let out a puff of air through her lips. "Okay…" Pleased with himself, he lifted her into the cart. "Oh, so you're macho-man now, Gill? I could've gotten in there myself like a strong farmer…person…"

"Nervous?"

"O-of course not! I never get scared! The m-mine cart is completely s-safe." She mumbled quickly. Gill looked at her expectantly. "Will you hold my hand?" Angela asked, wringing her hands together. He smiled for a moment and held onto it tightly. As the cart took off, she clung to his arm with her eyes closed. "I'm scared, I'm scared, I'm scared!" Angela said loudly enough for Gill to hear her. He pulled her closer to him to somewhat comfort her. As the ride of terror came to a halt, Angela averted her eyes from Gill. "I…I guess I'm not as fearless as I act."

"I can tell," he said, smoothing her hair down, followed by his own. "You know we have to go down the same way right?" Eyes widening, Angela bit her lip nervously. "It's okay to have fears, Angela. Don't worry."

"Are you afraid of something?" She asked. He really should have seen that question coming, but there wasn't any turning back.

"Hmm…I'm afraid of loss, I guess." Gill looked away.

"Is it because…?"

"Yeah. It is," he replied, taking a deep breath. Angela gulped and grabbed his hand.

"Can I ask how she…she…" She mumbled, "died? I mean, you don't have to, but-"
"I'll tell you. I've been meaning to, anyway." Gill closed his eyes, as if in deep thought. "She… fell from the same place you did, but she… She didn't make it like you", he replied, his voice slightly cracking. Without a single word, Angela hugged him and held him tightly.

"Shh… It'll be alright," she whispered, "you're going to be just fine."