Crimson Peak fanfiction

7. Kill me softly

Spending time with Thomas was as natural as breathing. There where no awkward silences, no loss of words.
We spent so much time talking and playing like children that we had both lost track of the time and didn't realize it until the street lamps where being lit.
"I don't want want this day to end, but I must insist that I escort you home." Thomas offered me a hand to get off the grass. "My sister and I have other engagements tomorrow so I will be unable to see you. Are you going to the Bennett's ball tomorrow evening? Please say you will allow me to escort you?" The look of hope on Thomas's face reminded me very much like a small child asking for a sweet, and I found myself not wanting to be the reason that he lost that look.
"Yes, we were invited, as we are every year. It is their Thanksgiving day feast and ball. It would be my honor to attend with you." Thomas hopeful look quickly morphed into a huge smile that lit up the whole world and it was infectious.
"Very well, I shall be here tomorrow evening at 7 sharp." and with that he took my hand, kissing the back of it before skipping off, leaving me at uncles front door.
Walking in I could hear Uncle and Edith arguing, but not caring one bit about what. With a huge smile on my face I floated down the hall way to the kitchen to give back cooks basket. No one was in the kitchen, but there was a small plate with four of the most wonderful cookies and a large glass of milk that I knew cook had left for me. Not feeling like staying where I could be interrupted, I took the cookies and milk up to my rooms and thought back on everything we had said and done today with a smitten little smile on my face the whole time until finally sleep took me.

I was running. The ground beneath my feet was running red, as if the ground was bleeding. My only options where to hide behind a huge machine or keep running to town, and I knew with my wounds, my only option was to hide and hope that she wouldn't find me.
Wait, who am I running from? I squatted down beside the front of the machine and looked back the way I had come only to feel an excruciating pain in my chest. Looking down I saw a very delicate, feminine hand holding the handle of the knife that was just driven into my heart. On the ring finger rested a ring I knew I had seen before but all i could think of was I wished I could have seen Thomas one last time.

I woke with a gasp and my hands grabbed for the knife that was buried in my heart only to find, it had all been a dream.