I'll Never Let You Go

Chapter Four

"Thou wast all that to me, love,
For which my soul did pine:
A green isle in the sea, love,
A fountain and a shrine
All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers,
And all the flowers were mine."
- Edgar Allan Poe

Gomez had led the men as far away from the house as he could without drawing suspicion. His mind was constantly racing, trying to find a way to escape. The problem wasn't just that he needed to escape. He needed to ensure that these men wouldn't come anywhere near him or his family ever again. His anxiety was ever-growing.

The only thing that calmed him was picturing his beautiful wife. He knew that she must be worried sick, but he didn't picture her like that. He imagined her knitting or feeding her plants. He imagined her holding his hand or patting his cheek. Her beauty was effortless. She darkened any room that she entered. She was his soul and inspiration. As soon as he stopped thinking about her, the task before him seemed impossible.

The car stopped, and all three thugs turned to him, awaiting their next instruction.

"It's buried in that field out there," he pointed to the right of the car. It was past midnight now, and far too dark to start digging. He hoped that the night would give him more time to think. They had been driving for over a day now. The man had to be as exhausted as he was.

"It's too late to start digging now, boss." one of the thugs said, turning to their leader. "Can't we sleep now?"

"Yes, I think we should." the boss stated. "We'll take turns watching the prisoner."

Two of the thugs fell asleep almost instantly. The last one sat facing Gomez, holding his gun. He didn't point it at Gomez, but he fingered it, reminding Gomez not to try anything.

Gomez fell asleep faster than he thought he would. As he dreamt, he saw himself in a large, empty room. It was dark and eerie. It was the kind of place he could see himself enjoying at a different time. He looked around, taking in the still air and dark walls, until he heard her.

"Gomez?" he heard. Hardly daring to breathe, he turned around and saw her. Morticia was there, in her beautiful black nightgown. He ran to her and wrapped his arms around her.

- Morticia -

She looked around the strange room, looking for any sign of life. Then, she saw him. He wore the same suit that he had on last night, except now he had mud on his shoes and the hem of his pants. He was disheveled and exhausted.

"Gomez?" she called to him. He turned and saw her. She moved toward him as quickly as she could. He ran to her and wrapped her in a loving embrace.

"Darling, are you alright? Are you safe?" she asked, wrapping her arms around his neck.

He didn't answer. He just squeezed her tighter. She pulled away and saw that there were tears in his eyes.

"My poor darling!" she cried. "What are they doing to you?" She wiped away his tears, but as soon as she did, fresh tears took their place. She pulled him to her and stroked his hair.

"I'm so s-sorry querida," he managed to whisper through his tears. "I n-never wanted to leave you. I-I'm trying to get back to you, cara mia."

"Shh darling, I know," she cooed, squeezing him even tighter. "I know you wouldn't leave us on purpose, bubele."

Gomez pulled back suddenly, upon hearing her pet name for him. He looked her directly in the eyes, then pulled her in for a kiss. His lips were soft and warm, but hungry, desperate for her love. She gave herself over to him, kissing him back.

-  Gomez -

"But where are you, darling?" she asked as she came up for breath. "How can I find you?"

He pulled back suddenly, clearly alarmed.

"No, no cara mia," he exclaimed. "You can't look for me. You must stay far away."

Her face, formerly calm and reassuring, crumpled.

"Don't look for you?" she asked. "What do you mean?"

"Please trust me, angel," he insisted, stroking her hair. "I'll come to you as soon as I can, but please don't search for me. Stay where you're safe."

"But what about you?" she cried. "I can't just leave you like this."

He pulled her back into him and kissed the side of her head.

"I'm okay, Tish," he whispered. "I'm coming back to you. Please stay safe."

She pulled back and looked into his eyes. She said nothing but simply nodded her head. She reached up to kiss him again, but he couldn't feel her lips against his. He couldn't feel her at all anymore. Her eyes widened as she tried to touch his face. Her hand passed right through him.

"Oh dear," she whispered. "I'm waking up."

He tried to grab hold of her again, but his hands kept passing through her. She was fading now.

"Querida," he reassured her. "I'm coming back to you. Stay strong. I love you."

Her eyes widened, and she reached out to him one more time. Then, she faded away.

Hi guys! So, I know that a shared dream is pretty unrealistic, but it was just too sweet of an idea to resist! What did you think? Leave a comment below with your thoughts!