Daisy and Cato were having nightmares. Every night since they had separated, they would find themselves awake, afraid to sleep because their nightmares would haunt them. Daisy's nightmares made her wake up crying and Cato's nightmares made him wake up in cold sweat. When he awoke, he would always wonder why he had left Daisy. And when Daisy awoke she would always wonder why she had let Cato leave.
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Daisy was walking through the forest with a baby in her arms. A small crying baby who seemed hungry. Cato appeared and told Daisy to run. She looked at him with hollow eyes, not understanding what he was saying. Suddenly two knives flew through the air and ran deep into Daisy's chest. She fell lifeless in Cato's arms. Cato looked at the baby and was shocked to see blue eyes so much like his own and then he saw those eyes close, forever.
He woke up.
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Cato's eyes widened as a spear ran through his stomach and he fell back. He saw Daisy looking at him furiously. "I hate you!" She yelled before disappearing. And Cato was alone, alone as he died.
He woke up.
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Daisy was falling. Falling into darkness. Someone grabbed her hands and attempted to keep her from falling. And then those fingers slipped and she was falling again. The last thing she remembered was blue eyes. Haunting blue eyes. And then she hit the ground and never got up again.
She woke up.
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Tears, there were so many tears. And Daisy cried as she held onto Cato's cold hand. He was gone, he was dead. And Daisy died too. Slowly, slowly inside as Cato's blood stained her dress and mixed with her own. Her own black blood.
She woke up.
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Cato sat awake, looking at the fire. He wondered why he had left Daisy. Why he had left the one person who he cared about. Why he had left the one girl who had made a difference in Cato's life. He stared into the fire and saw her face. Her black hair was loose and her big brown eyes were so innocent, so pure. She was smiling that beautiful smile of hers that had made Cato melt countless of times. And then her smile disappeared and Cato watched her face turn into embers and he sighed. He finally admitted it to himself, he missed her. Not like he missed his sisters or his mother. He missed her like he couldn't live without her. Like he needed her for his every breath. And Cato continued to look into the fire, trying to imagine life without Daisy. Trying to imagine life without his flower. The flower whose petals were slowly falling off.
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Why? Daisy wondered. Why had he left her? She watched the moon and cried silently, hoping that Cato would appear from behind the bushes and take her into his arms, the only place she felt safe. He had left her. Her only hope of living had left her and she cried, just like she had in her nightmares. Crying and hoping for hope. And then she felt angry. Angry at him for leaving her alone. Angry at herself for letting him go. Angry at the world for taking him away. And then she wiped her tears, in attempt to forget. But it was useless and more tears cascaded down her cheeks. She looked at the full moon and saw his face. His blond hair was falling over his forehead and his blue eyes were twinkling. He was smiling, that wonderful smile of his that filled her with warmth. And then his smile disappeared and Daisy saw the moon again. She lay down on the ground and closed her eyes, hoping that when she opened them again, he would be there. But he wasn't and Daisy lay alone, listening to the beating of her heart and the rustling of the wind in the trees. Daisy tried to imagine life without Cato. Tried to imagine life without her heart. The heart which was slowly breaking.