Thread: Nothing Can Keep Us Apart. [angelicxdream and shinyka]

Emily, after being knocked back in this time from her flashbacks, realized that someone was holding her, and instead of being on the cold, hard ground, she was on a bed. And, it was so comfortable. She looked up, realizing that Eric, her husband, had carried her. She was in too much of a daze to notice, but she loved whenever he carried her. She felt so loved by him, even now. She realized that this dress was hers, but even still, she didn't want to ruin it. She gently lifted the veil up from beneath her face, and let it cover her hair as almost a protective net of some kind. She didn't know what he was thinking about, hesistating for a minute and gently carressed the outline of his face, just feeling his cheekbones. She looked up at him, into his eyes, and leaned up against his body, lifting her lips to meet his in a soft kiss. She pulled back, biting her lip, thinking he was going to push her away. Did he even remember? Oops. She didn't take that into account. She weighed her options, trying to understand what he was thinking about for a moment. He had carried her to the bed. He hadn't yelled at her, or hit her, or demand that she get out of the dress. In fact, she was wearing it right now. So, if he hadn't remembered, would he be as calm as he was being right now? Just an hour ago, he had stormed in here. From her analysis, she knew that he had to remember. He was being so... affectionate. And usually, she wouldn't expect someone like him to be so calm and affectionate. She blushed, she looked at him clearly, realizing he was handsome in his own right. She gently took his hand and held it in her smaller hand for a moment, and as if he was a doll, patted the seat on the bed next to her, wondering if he'd take it. Please. She added, just to be extra persuasive. Once he did, she laid her head on his chest, and snuggled into his warmth, shivering from the thin fabric of the dress. She brought the hand she was holding over to lay across her slender waist, and just laid there with him. It all came back to her. She realized that he was her husband, and that he remembered. He wouldn't be so affectionate, he wouldn't care so much about her if he didn't. He wouldn't have cared if she sat on the ground or if she laid on the bed. Realizing that he might be cold as well, she lifted herself from the bed, and opened the linen closet that was in their bedroom. Their bedroom. It sounded strange, even on her lips. She lifted a few blankets, and offered one to him, unfolding it and placing it over his body. I hope that's warm enough, tell me if it isn't. She knew it was in her nature to be gentle and loving, and that's probably what he liked about her but she remembered that it was painful to be torn away from him. It was so painful to die. And, what she was feeling at the pit of her stomach was anything but loving or caring. But, she didn't know the first place to start. She didn't know what he had done in his time here, but she hadn't realized he had gone off on a killing spree. She wanted to hurt the men that had hurt Eric and hear, wanted to hurt the men that had done this. Yet, she wasn't sure how to voice this opinion to Eric. Surely, he wouldn't agree. And, she was afraid she would lose him. She sighed. She came back to the bed once the blankets were unfolded and placed over them. She laid her head back on his chest, and took his hand in her hand, rubbing the fingertips with her smaller ones. Looking closer, she realized that she was wearing a ring on her left hand. The diamond that laid on her finger wasn't too big, or too small. It sparkled in the light, and didn't even have to take off the ring to see that Eric had given it to her. And, somehow, she knew in the back of her mind, that if she took it off, he would be disappointed, even if it was only for a few minutes. Like, she needed to check if it was from him. He would be hurt, and she didn't want that. She kissed his cheek, as a thank you. And then, came the dilemma of the wedding dress. Oh, she loved it. She had picked it out. But, she was afraid it would get dirty or worse, some parts of the fabric would be ripped because she tended to move around when she slept. It wouldn't be very comfortable to sleep in. She looked up at him, and again, didn't know what to say. She didn't know if he wanted to continue to look at her in it. Well, if she didn't speak up now, she would lose this chance, while he was still calm and somewhat relaxed. Um. Sweetheart? Can I... maybe take off my wedding dress? I love it, oh, you know I do. But, I don't want to rip it. And, it's so beautiful, and it wouldn't be comfortable to sleep in with it. By the way she spoke, it was as if the flashbacks, the memories had brought them closer than she would've ever imagined. She tended to get flustered when she was afraid of what the corresponding person would say. A blush creeped up her cheeks, and when he had given her consent, she went over to the closet, unzipping herself, and watching the white fabric pool around her ankles. She didn't have any PJs either. Great. She needed to get clothes. Or, maybe.. she could just sleep in her bra and panties for today, and.. buy clothes tomorrow. Yeah, that sounded like a decent plan. Except, she'd need to buy clothes in the stupid hospital gown. Or, maybe, she hadn't looked thoroughly, he had some of her other clothes too? Or, she could ask to borrow a pair of his t-shirt and shorts for tomorrow. She hoped he wouldn't mind too much. She would wash them right afterwards. She slide back into the blankets, and snuggled close to him. She was just happy she had found him again. She began to tear up, not knowing what she would have done if she hadn't. So, he couldn't see her emotional collapse, she pressed her tear-streaked face against the crook of his shoulder, breathing in and out heavily. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her body close. She just wanted to feel him, to be comforted, and just laying there with him was more than anything she could ever ask for. She clutched him close, breathing in and out, remembering that he was here and it was all going to be fine. They were meant to be together forever, and he wouldn't ever do anything to hurt her, and that included divorce. She just had to breathe, tomorrow was a new day. Tonight had been all kinds of stressful.