Parrmour
Cathy had been asleep for a few minutes. Before the dreams hit her. She knew she should have fought harder.
I lay here just hours before my death. I pray that my daughter will make it longer than me. I loved this man and now I die after having his child. Pressure to have a boy still put on me although I was no longer the wife to the king. I feel the darkness overcome me. Empty, I feel unaccomplished and empty. I was dead. My death nearly not as bad as Anne's or Katherine's but still a death. Just another woman dead. It was nothing new. Suddenly I am ripped from this light blinding me before I'm shoved back down. Trying to go back to my life. To grow old with my husband.
"Catherine. Cathy. Cath. Cat. Catherine. Parr. Parr! Catherine! Cath! CATHERINE PARR!" Jane says trying to keep her girlfriend from cutting herself with her nails.
Cathy's POV
Jane woke me up by shaking me and shouting my name. I fully wake up to see Jane on top of me crying. I immediately hug her and apologize. However, I realize that I was only asleep. It wasn't real but the guilt was still there.
I should have fought, for Mary.
I finally register what is happening and I hug Jane and pull her closer. "I'm sorry" I whisper into her ear. "Darling it's not your fault you just kinda scared me..." Jane whispers back
We all have a person we know that died the same way. We could always go to them if the memories got too bad. Anne and Kat always had spare chokers. Jane and I would just wait it out together since after one of my more recent flashbacks we would never leave each other. Anna and Catherine would pretty much just talk it out of just sit together until the aches would hit a low and they could move without a sharp pain shooting through their body. Swords and axes are forbidden, even the mention of them would send the women into mass panic.
"Love you Janie.' I say laying my head on her shoulder. "Love you too." She says and we both fall asleep happily.
The italics are Cathy's thoughts
