When Did We First Meet? [Tom Hiddleston]

06. Subconscious.

Emma fell alseep as the last sentence she thought echoed in her mind.

We're only getting hurt.

1850.

She was lying on a bed, eyes shut and sa thin layer of weat covering the skin of her whole body. The disease left her sore, but she insisted to keep her beautiful pastel dress. The door opened suddenly, revealing a young man wearing a two-piece suit and a bowler hat. He ran to her side, pushing the servant who was holding her hand. He observed the pale face of the woman who seemed to me sleeping. 

'' Sir,'' the servant tried to speak. She had to warn him, to prevent his feelings. They were a beautiful couple, but one day her Mistress fell into the lake down the hill of their property and cought a fever.

'' Not now Asra, did you give her the medication the doctor prescribed us? ''

Asra nodded slowly the moment he laid his eyes on her briefly. 

'' Thank you'' He replaced her on the chair beside his beloved wife,'' You may leave us. She's going to make it. '' He was not going to lose her, not now, not when he needed her the most. 

'' Sir,'' Asra tried again. He was about to burst into tears. She wish she could hold in him her arms to reassure him, but her olive skin color reminded her she couldn't touch white people. 

'' Leave us.'' He cut rudely. He had no time for this, his wife needed him. He wished he stood next to her all day long, but their kids still needed to eat. 

Asra silently left the room. She descended the marble stairs to the kitchen and prepared a tea for her Master. He was going to need all the support he could use in the next few hours. 

The young black woman also prepared a tea for herself. Usually, she didn't drink the same drink as her Master even though they often insist. They had been so good to her, raised her like one of their own. She let out a quiet sob. She was about to lose someone who had been a mother to her. 

She tried to catch her breath, two hand settled on the cold counter of the kitchen, as she leaned against it. There was nothing she could possibly do to save her. Fever would take her mistress away. If she could, she would take her place and die.

On his part, the husband was holding the fragile hand of his wife between his. He brought one of her hand to his face. It felt good. Her skin was warm, too warm ... 

He was going to lose her, the only woman who ever truly loved him. 

The only woman who believed in him and saw the how good he was, at the bottom of his heart.

'' Don't go away from me, please. I need you, I need you so bad,'' he repeated trying to hold back his tears as he grimaced in pain. He could feel his heart racing in his chest. It was beating slower and slower, as it knew it would break in two pieces soon. 

How selfish he was being, he thought to himself. He didn't want to be left behind, without her. She was his guiding star and the world woulb be left darker than ever without her presence.  

'' And the kids need a mom too, what am I going to say to them?'' He questioned looking at the window, his hand still holding his. A tear rolled down his cheeks. '' Oh my beloved darling, don't go.''

She listened to him, wishing she could answer his prayers. The young lady knew there were only minutes left. After all they've been through, that was how she was going to leave this world... The weight of the injustice crushed her. She managed to pull all the strength she had left and whispered to him, '' We will see each other soon. I will never let myself forget,'' She promised '' I love you.''