Ana slipped away from Scott's death grip in the middle of the night. She stood quietly.
"Where are you going?" Scott whispered, making her jump. She looked back, finding his blue almost glowing.
"To the bathroom," she said hesitantly.
"I'll go with you."
"To the bathroom?"
He'd already stood, taking her hand, walking her to the bathroom. He sat on the sink. "Go on," he urged her. "Don't mind me."
He kicked his feet quietly, as she peed, rolling her eyes.
"This is ridiculous," she muttered.
He just smiled at her. "I had a dream, that I was nothing but bone," he smirked.
She wiped, flushed, washing her hands.
"That's an odd dream," she remarked tiredly, as they went back in the bedroom. Scott waited for her to settle in bed, before wrapping his arms around her.
"I had an odder dream," he whispered. "You were laying on a bed of flowers, yellow. And the flowers flowed like a stream," he smiled. "You looked angelic. You always do."
He closed his eyes. "Your hands were crossed your chest. Then you were holding them, a white flower in your fingertips."
She closed her eyes, visualizing the scene. "And you just floated, and I watched you, silently. Then Annika. Then Lia. All of you, just flowed down this stream of flowers."
She smiled.
"And then I realized the stream was taking you away from me. So I asked you where you were going. You said, you didn't know. your mouth didn't move but I heard you. You said, you were bound for a new city. Because you'd forgotten how to die."
She opened her eyes.
"You said me and my babies are going to a new city, to learn how to die. And so then I watched you float for a while again, because you answered my question."
He held her a little tighter. "And then all your white flowers, that you held, turned red. And you all floated away. And the sun set. And rose. And set again. And then I started to cry. What do you think that means, Ana?"
He yawned.
"I think...your subconscious realizes that...you realize too late, the impact things will have on you."
He smiled. "You're so smart Ana."
Scott buried his face in her chest. "Ana do you remember when we went to park with Annika, and you told me you would never leave me?"
"No I don't remember that."
"Promise me again," he whispered.
She frowned, turning over.
He sat up, the darkness shielding both their faces.
"Promise," he whispered again fiercely.
She licked her lips. "Scott..."
"You still plan to divorce me? Is that it? You still want to leave?" He asked softly.
She sighed. "Everything isn't so cut and dry."
He smiled. "It really is. Promise. Promise me. Now."
She sat up. "Who are you talking to?"
Scott reached out, and so did Morgana, his hands around her throat, her knife at his. He chuckled.
"Promise me," he said again, letting hand on her throat, loosen, his finger stroking her throat.
"Do you think I won't?" She whispered.
He edged forward. "I think if you're going to do it, you better do it right. You hear me? No bullshitting. Put the knife a little higher. There. Now. Promise."
His eyes bored into hers.
She looked away. "I..."
"Yes?" He whispered, kissing her head. "Yes, Ana?"
"I promise, Scott."
He smiled. "Do you really? You can't break it. You can't leave me. It'll...it'll really break my heart if you do Ana," he whispered, his voice breaking.
She felt a drop of water on her face. He rested his forehead on hers.
"It'll really break my heart," he murmured. "Please don't leave me. You just can't. Promise.
Swear it. Swear it, Ana."
"I swear."
He collapsed, making her move her knife in an effort not to hurt him.
He held her tightly. "I really love you. Don't...don't break me. I don't wanna broken again. Please."
"Scott," she hugged.
"I realize, the irony. I know I've hurt you. I'm sorry. Please...I can't-"
"It's okay baby," she whispered. "You're okay."
His eyes fluttered closed. "I'll take better care of you. I won't let you regret me. If there's one thing I under it's that...in order to be loved you have to be the best."
She opened her mouth to correct him.
"So I just have to the best. The best husband right? And then, if I do that...then you'll be happy?"
He yawned. "Ana? Are you sleep yet?"
He pulled the covers over them, clinging to her.
"Night Ana."
