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

OOC Hopefully, you're back for good! And, you'll be more active. The last thing she heard was that he was going to get her clothes before she dozed off in his arms, snuggling close to him, her arms clasped loosely over his neck, breathing in his wonderful scent in. She felt safe in his arms, and he was so warm. Or was it the blankets? She was too tired too care, and too relieved. She laid comfortably in his arms, dozing off to bed, letting of reality for a few hours to indulge in her dreams, the dreams she had of him, when they had separated because of that car accident. She didn't even want to think about it now, it made her skin crawl. She wanted to never think of that incident ever again. In fact, she secretly wanted to take revenge on those that had dared to take Eric away from her. But, she was scared to tell him what she wanted to do, she was afraid he wouldn't love her anymore, now that she was so different. She never used to be like this, she used to be sweet and naive, graceful and sophisticated. Never like this. She never wanted to take revenge on anyway when she had been alive. How long had he been alive? Did he look for her? Did he miss her? He never said anything. She remembered that he never said that he missed her, or that he loved her, or that he never wanted to be apart from her again. These kinds of thoughts plagued her mind as she slept. She was indulging in the comfort of his arms around her because she didn't know how long it would last. Had he changed? She had changed so much, she wondered if he had changed at all. How had he lived without her? Slowly, she rose out of bed, folding the warm blankets around the side, carefully untangling his arm from her waist, and placing it under the blanket so he wouldn't be cold. She couldn't remember if he was a light sleeper or a heavy sleeper. She was hoping for the latter. Reaching into the closet, she couldn't find any feminine clothes. He was larger than her, and his clothing wouldn't fit her, so she opted for the robe, deciding to take a shower. She walked into the bathroom, that was covered in dust and debris, and finding some cleaning supplies, she began to clean the bathroom, especially the tub so she could take her shower. She pushed the curtains away from the tub, stepping into the bathtub, beginning to turn on the water, watching and feeling it spring to life, splattering onto her face. She hummed lightly under her breath, squeezing an ample amount of shampoo and began to lather it in her hair. Knowing that he was in the bedroom, she was at peace and had not left the earth for heaven, she could breathe and live again with him by her side. As she began to rinse her hair, she wondered if he still loved her. He was so silent. She couldn't read every expression in his eyes, and that was beginning to hurt. Did he even want her back? After her shower, she turned off the water, and grabbed a towel to dry herself off. There were so many questions in her eyes, but she didn't know how to voice her thoughts. He hadn't brought anything up. Maybe she was worrying for no reason. But, if something was bothering her, she wouldn't be able to think about anything else, do anything else until she had talked to him. The bathroom looked so clean, and spotless. It looked so different from the rest of the house, that was covered in dust and debris. Wearing the robe, since she had no other clothes, she began to take her cleaning supplies, her mop, rubber gloves, and other materials and began to clean the house. She figured he would appreciate that. She would never be able to live in a house that looked so dirty, so rundown as this one. Of course, she hadn't set foot in this house in several years, of course it would be this dirty. What was she thinking? But, he had been here. She supposed he was fine with the house being dirty. She wasn't going to live like this, so while Eric slept, that's what she did, she cleaned down the house. The fatigue that she thought would overwhelm her, didn't. She wanted to learn more about this new body she had, how different was she from Emily? The woman that existed and died in the car crash? But, she didn't want to think about that. She wouldn't think about the accident. Thankfully, the house wasn't terribly big, so she returned to the bed at noon. She checked to see if he was still sleeping, and she supposed he hadn't been sleeping lately because he was still asleep. She sighed, and looked out at the window, admiring the shine of the room, as if it had returned back to life like she had. She wondered who the people were who had killed them in the car crash, if she knew them, or if they were just strangers. Deep inside, she knew she wasn't strong enough to let him go if he had decided that since he had lived all these years without her, he could live the rest of his life without her. She was afraid, she couldn't remember the last time she was this scared, frightened, and nervous. Their relationship had always been so open, and honest. And, even if he didn't want her, she knew that at least she would have her answer.