To Keep Her Safe

CHAPTER FOURTY EIGHT

Freen was unable to sleep, she watched Becca sleep peacefully, her chest moving rhythmically with her breathing, watching her lover sleep in her arms was relaxing her but wasn't enough.

She was afraid that if she closed her eyes, she would be back in the cell, locked inside the death knights headquarters. Her heart picked up pace as her mind couldn't distinguish the darkness of the cabin room from the darkness of that cell.

Her hands grew sweaty and everything in the room felt it would collapse on her at any moment. She gently took her hand from underneath Becca's head and replaced it with a pillow and crept out of the bedroom after wearing her underwear and bra.

She couldn't see well in the dark, she bumped into the table and groaned. " I can't ". Her breathing became heavy and with each passing second her chest tightened, she tried to calm herself down, repeatedly said that she was okay and back from that hell but nothing worked.

Unconsciously, her eyes filled with tears as she silently started to weep, she covered her face with her hands as she continued sobbing. " I am sorry ". She whispered, it wasn't like she was just haunted by that small cell room, she was haunted by the ghosts of her comrades that failed to return to their families.

" I am sorry ". She continued saying, at this point it wasn't in her hands, the guilt of killing her people was eating her alive, when she was a slave, that guilt was replaced with the fire of revenge and desire of returning back to her kingdom. Now, when she is back, the guilt seems like a heavy weight on her shoulders.

She sat there in the dark living room, staring into nothingness as she blamed herself for everything that went wrong, she could've saved them, she could've done anything to save them but instead she gave up on them. She deserved punishment, she knew that, she wouldn't be able to face the family of the person whom she killed without thinking about Mark's eyes that stared at her with disappointment when she shot him with an arrow.

On the other hand, Becca was dreaming, it had been a long time since she ever felt alive in her dreams, she dreams felt like a reality to her once again.

Freen returned to her like she wished for long, Freen was there in front of her, smiling with her eyes, she leaned on the wall as she stared at Becca with love. Becca felt like she would melt any moment, if Freen looked at her with more love which was possible since it was Freen.

Freen could do the impossible for her and Becca was sure of it, she fought death and came back to her. Becca's happiness was unmatched, her feet carried her towards where Freen stood, she was ready to embrace Freen and tell her how much she missed her but once she stood in front of Freen, something replaced Freen's look.

Freen wasn't looking at her anymore, she was looking straight ahead, with the same look, Becca furrowed her eyebrows, she reached out to hold Freen's face in her hands and bring her towards herself but once her hands reached up to her face, Freen vanished into thin air.

Becca blinked her eyes a few times, she looked around to search for Freen who stood there just a moment ago, when she turned around, she found someone crying over someone. She slowly approached the person and found it was her, Becca.

When Becca tried to reach her dream self, she couldn't touch the woman, she was forced to stay still and watch the woman cry. " Why would you do this ? ". The woman cried as she caressed the dead body's face, Becca was so busy trying to comprehend what was happening in her dream that she only stared at the woman who looked like her.

Once her eyes followed her dream self and looked at the dead body in front of her, it was Freen. Freen was covered with a cloth and her face looked paler than she had just seen, her body was devoid of any sign of life in her.