'I love you, and no matter what it takes, I will become a state. You will be with me, no matter what I have to go through.' Those words floated in my head as I stared at Mississippi with sad eyes. I should have seen this coming; my mind was already set like hers. My Dark side and I have a lot in common; you'd just never think it by looking at her. I could never let Mississippi leave, and I let my mind overlook everything else. I left; I'm the one that hurt him. So why do I still feel hurt inside?
"Alabama, are you okay?" Mississippi asked me, he seemed more concerned than usual.
"I'm fine," I heard myself say. Why do I do that? I just immediately tell the world I'm fine. As if that's ever true.
"I can't be too sure of that…" he responded pulling me closer to him, so I was as close as I could get to him on the couch. "What's wrong?"
"I-I shouldn't have left you," I responded and quickly closed my mouth. Did I just tell him that?
"Alabama," Mississippi sighed, "I was the one that told you to leave…I'm-"
"But I left! I didn't have to. I could have at least visited instead of leaving you alone… I… I…" I looked down at my hands that were resting on my lap. I was still wearing that white dress. "I'm sorry."
"Alabama," he said in a whisper, "Let's not blame ourselves. We both played a part; at least we still have each other." I looked up to see his smile; his smile always gave me a warm feeling inside. I returned the smile and sighed, resting my head into his chest.
"I'm glad I still have you… I don't think I could live without you." I felt his lips kiss my forehead.
"I couldn't either." He then wrapped his arms around me, holding me as close as he could. I felt a huge smile come across my face. He was so warm though, I felt as if I'd fall asleep in his arms. I already felt my eyes close, and after a while everything went black.
I woke up in the middle of the night, and I can tell… I've been here longer than most; I can basically tell what time it is by the amount of darkness surrounding the room. Yet this night wasn't like a normal night… I haven't had a night like this since December 10th, 1817. I woke up next to Mississippi… In fact, I woke up in his arms.
"I must have fallen asleep and he carried me to his bed and let me sleep next to him..." I whispered to myself. I couldn't help but smile, Mississippi is such a nice guy and there ain't anybody like him. I'm glad to have him around…I love him so much… "He looks so peaceful," I muttered to myself. He did, when he was asleep he seemed happy… It made me wonder… Is he always like this when he's asleep? I thought about it but couldn't tell. I don't usually see him when he's asleep, unless he was just really tired and he fell asleep by accident. But I don't really look at him to see if he's happy. So… Is he happy because I'm still here? I may never know. I decided to go back to sleep, I shouldn't worry about these kinds of things right now. Maybe I can figure it out later… And with that, I let my mind drift off and I fell back asleep.