I think I made it a total a good hour but I can't be sure. I held him close and watched his breathing. I watched his bare back, the one that has just the bones of wings in harsh lines tattooed on his shoulders. I traced a time or two the letters on his neck. Then I let my fingers slip to the fine soft hair at the base of his neck. I think that is where I slipped out.

I dreamed of him. Not as we are now but back then, back when it all began to make change. Back when we were just figuring things out.

I wanted him to see Me but I tried to not care when he didn't. That didn't work. For a time I hid in the back not calling attention to me and for a few months I didn't get the harsh treatment. But then I got upset. He didn't notice me. He no longer saw me. I missed him. As fucked up as it was his taunts at least told me he saw me. I remember hormones raging and frustration boiling. I feel my body tensing. I am shaken. I try to hang on to the images. I am feeling the palms on my chest, feel myself being pushed back. It wasn't right it wasn't the same.

"Don't go there. Please," the voice is wrong to old. I am still frightened all the same. I feel myself tremble. "Emmett! Please! Wake up!" It is frantic now. I feel my face grabbed and it is more then a dream for sure. My eyes fly open and I see his face hovering above mine. His eyes are wild and darting all over my face. Pale ghost white and dilated eyes.

"It's not that simple." his face is scared and I know why it is so worried. I can only guess what I spoke in my sleep. I find my body functions again and put my hand to the side of his head. My palm on his jaw, my thumb stroking his cheek and fingers at the back of his neck. I pull him closer. Staring straight into his worried eyes I try my best to reassure him.

I know where I am now. It's okay." I meet very little resistance as I pull his face to mine. It is a soft and gentle kiss. Just a brush of lips to lips before I pull away and manage to move his head to my chest.

Somehow sleep meets us again.