Fate

Chapter Eighteen: My Cheese.

Dot......Time for cheese and grapes. :)

I look at Caldrons face, tears still falling. It was now 8:30 in the morning. And he wasn't alive yet.

That was a peculiar sentence. He wasn't alive yet...

I shouldn't even have to say that. Ever. And yet the situation proved the sentence.

Slowly but surely, Amelia's potion was wearing off, and his absence was hitting my like a train.

I take his hands and clench it in mine kissing it softly, when his fingers start to twitch.

I drop his hand and breath in. Holding my breath.

I cross my fingers, and put my other fingers to his neck, closing my eyes.

His thin king heart is what I'm met with.

I let out a sigh of relief, and a tear of happiness sheds from my eye.

It was quiet. Slow. Almost nonexistent. But it was there.

The pain that was fading back to me, started to feel as if it wasn't there, and never was.

His warm breathing starts on my stomach and I bite my lip, about to cry.

The relief that he was alive, creeps into my heart and settles there.

He was back.

He nuzzles his head in my stomach and sighs in content.

His eyes flutter and then snap closed, trying to pretend he is still sleeping.

I purse my lips and then stare at him.

He still wouldn't get up.

Well then. Time for a wake-up call.

"You little shit!" I yell, causing his eyes fly open.

I watched over him. The entire night. I didn't sleep, I was tired, and he was alive....Thank god.

"What?!" He says exasperated. I grab a pillow and start to smack the living shit out of him.

"I stayed up all night, I didn't get a wink of sleep shortbread! Don't even talk to me!" I yell angrily.

"Ow! Ow!" He as I hit him with a pillow.

"Shortbread?" He asked me incredulously.

I smack him again in the face.

He grabs the pillow roughly and puts it down, only to see that I had a lamp.

"F-" he almost says as he ducks.

I throw it but he dodges it pinning me down into the bed, the lamp crashing into the door in the wall.

We really need to get that removed.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" He says, trying to keep me down.

I struggle to get out of his grasp for a good minute, (more like five seconds), but end up crying.

"Darling..." he mutters sighing.

I sib pulling him into me, the giant hole in my heart I never knew existed, full again.

"Darling, what's wrong?" He asks sitting up and pulling me with him.

"You where dead!" I say into his chest.

He sighs. "Right. That happens every once in a while." He sighs.

"I was so worried, and it hurt so bad-" I cut myself off with a sob.