DoaP part2
When the couple woke when the sky was still showing signs of daylight.
In the ostensible peace, no words were spoken, but tension seemed to scream.
She understood her love didn't want to be the cause of another death, but Jim deserved it, just as his uncle had. They both only moved slyly through their days hiding their treachery.
Sage would kill him and her love could watch if he wished.
She would make her officious husband leave this world, once and for all, and then she could live in contentment.
But the question remained of how?
The woman extended her conscience out to Edward, comforting him, telling him not to worry as she kissed his neck and left.
Once outside she could hear a lonely cello, the beautiful string instrument, which was playing such lovely melodies soothing her.
Moving on, she finally reached the tent of her husband as the sunset took its last bow and the curtain closed, leaving her in darkness.
The tent where Jim was was actually just a cover- a cover over a building, so the building could blend easily with its surroundings.
It fit her husband perfectly.
He was laying in the bed, staring at the ceiling.
No movement, almost as if he was in an eternal sleep.
His head tilted toward her only slightly as she approached, but nothing else.
She wondered how easily she could choke him.
In his sleep, perhaps?
He was back to staring at the ceiling as she crawled under the black cover, a death shroud.
"Welcome back," said the man softly, coldly.
Turning from him she responded with a simple hello.
The man seemed to be worried as he pulled his body close to her.
"You still mad at me?"
"When haven't I been?"
Jim pressed his body against his wife's, sighing, feeling the warmth of her body, sighing.
"It's for your safety."
The woman scooted away from him scoffing.
The man seemed relentless as he pulled her to him again, wrapping an arm around her.
Silence.
Finally the woman spoke.
"If the world were about to end and you didn't want to wait, how would you kill yourself?"
Jim, shocked spoke worriedly,
"Don't go emo on me…"
"No, I'm not being suicidal; I guess death has been on my mind…anyway, I would probably OD on sleeping pills or something like that, be able to drift into the eternal sleep. How 'bout you?"
"Why are you asking me again?"
"It's like asking your parents if they would want to be buried or burned…where they would want to have their ashes spread…"
"Okay…Poison. Injection…nothing messy. And for the record I would want to be burned. I wouldn't some idiots digging my body up one day."
Sage took in the information as her plan finalized.
The nightmares would end.
Jim started kissing her back and neck starting to spoon her.
"You have too much time on your hands," he said in-between kisses, his hands starting to roam.
Sage gave in to the wandering hands, knowing that soon they would never bother her again.