The Beginning of The End

Chapter Nine

You waited all day for her to come out of her room, but she hadn't left it. Not eat, go to the bathroom, or to go to work. You were getting anxious now, you were so worried about her. You knew she needed time, but you figured by now she would've calmed down. 

You knew the dreams she had, had really messed with her mentally and you knew your fuck up hadn't helped, but you didn't think it'd be like this. 'Ms. Venable never breaks routine'. Her schedule was always clearly laid out and she followed it perfectly. You were pacing outside of her doorway biting your nails anxiously. You were working up the courage to check on her, but going in there and invading her space is exactly what got you in this situation in the first place. That thought made you hesitant.

You knocked on her door shakily hoping she didn't bite your head off.

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Ms. Venables POV

'I killed her, I fucking killed her. I'm a fucking monster. How is it even possible that we're here now. The WITCHES!!' She gasped. 

'She knew they were responsible for this somehow. They must've found some crazy way to kill Michael and set the world straight. She knew of their plan but never thought they'd succeed. And I killed her, I killed her for nothing'. She sobbed. 

For hours she went down the rabbit hole beating herself up for what she did and contemplating ending it all again. But she couldn't, she couldn't leave you. 

'She doesn't remember the apocalypse, our relationship, or her death, NOTHING! How doesn't she remember??!! How am I only now remembering??!! God, she'll hate me when she remembers. And I have her here, I took her from her home. I mean I've treated her well and its nothing compared to the things I've done to her in the past she could still love me' She reasoned. 

'I can't let her remember! I can keep her here with me and we'll be happy, and we'll be together, and I won't let those disgusting witches come anywhere near her! She'll be mine and we'll be happy' .

She was getting herself worked up at the thought until she remembered your words "it doesn't have to mean anything." 'Doesn't have to mean anything? Doesn't have to mean anything!? It meant everything how could she not see that!!' She raged.

 'It doesn't mean anything to her. She doesn't love me like she did. And maybe she never will.' That thought brought on a new round of tears. She felt numb and broken. 

'Maybe I should tell her the truth? No, I can't! She'll hate me! She'll think I'm insane! She'll leave... I'll never let her leave.' 

'I have to be honest with her about how I feel, I never told her I loved her before she was gone. But what if she doesn't feel the same way? Of course, she won't she's not even the same person she was before without her memories... or is she? Who am I kidding she could never love me, I'm hideous, I'm nothing and she's everything. And like she said it meant nothing to her' Before she knew it the entire day had gone by. She didn't even notice she was so consumed with her thoughts. She was only pulled out of her head when she felt the bed dip beside her.

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She didn't answer when you knocked, so you decided to peek your head in. She was rolled on her side staring blankly at the wall. You'd never seen her like this, sure she'd been cold and emotionless before but now she looks numb. You called out for her, and she didn't answer, didn't even move to acknowledge your presence. You were concerned so you hesitantly made your way over to her and sat on the bed beside her. She didn't say a word when you touched her shoulder. And the silence continued as you lovingly stoked her hair.

"I'm sorry" you started pausing to see if she'd respond.

 "I'm an idiot, I never should've suggested that it wouldn't change things between us I just didn't want you to feel pressured. I know you aren't great at expressing your feeling and I didn't want you to feel rushed. It did mean something to me... it does. It means everything to me." Once you were finished, she turned to face you, eyes swollen and red, tear paths evident on her cheeks.

"You mean that" she asked bashfully? Looking as if she thought you'd take back your words.

"Of course I do, that was so special. And and I I-" you debated before coping out "I really care about you. I-I have f-feelings for you." You stuttered; you couldn't look at her because you were so nervous. You were never this open with your feelings and as the stretch of silence grew you prepared yourself for a harsh rejection. 

You dared to glance up at her and notice that she was crying. When she met your eyes, she blurted "I love you! I-I'm in love with you. I want us to be together, to have a life together".

You beamed at her, smile stretching all the way to your eyes. You'd never been happier. That's the first time she had said that with a clear head. 

You had brushed off the other times thinking they were just the result of some horrible nightmares. But here she was professing her love to you again. You didn't hesitate to claim her mouth, you were overjoyed to hear those words from her, and this was the only way you knew how to express it. You could taste the salt from her tears, and yours, as you were definitely sobbing after her heartfelt confession. You kissed her passionately one more time before pulling away. You tucked her hair behind her ear and caressed her cheek before saying "I would love to have a life with you."