The way it was meant to be.

Chapter 3

Rose POV~

The tears slowed and my throat felt like I just swallowed sandpaper. It's getting dark out. I slowly get up and stretch. I walk over to my bed and lie down. Looking up at the ceiling I think of the past. The past that's where it should stay, but the chances of that happening are zero.

    "Ruth?" I look up to see Peter in front of me. He wasn't the Peter from a few rooms over this was Peter from 1817.

    "Peter?" I asked, confused. There is a small bundle in his arms.

    "Mary Jane was crying. I think she is hungry." He says smiling slightly at the little bundle. I get into a sitting position and Peter hands me the bundle. Inside was a small girl with caramel skin and dark hair. I look from her to Peter and then back to her. She has his eyes and my skin. She was perfect. Another tremble rocks through my body. This is what could've been.

    I wake soaked in my own tears and cold trembling. My eyes are dry due to the amount of tears that leaked. I am just dry sobbing now. Not bothering to be quiet I scream. And scream. He should hear what he did to me. I screamed and cried then cried again.

Peter POV~

    I jerk up to the sound of a famine scream then a gargled sob. I swing my legs over the side of my bed, looking around. I stumble to the door ignoring the jarring pain in my side. I stop when I am in the hall listening to see which way to go. I get down the hall to the third door on the right. I tap on the door before opening it.

    "Rose?" I asked.

Rose POV~

    My room door opens and a voice calls my name. I look up to see him, the one who caused so much, but paid so little. He walks over and sits on the foot of my bed looking at me with trouble.

    "Rose?" He asks again. "Dar-...... Are you okay?" He asks.

    "What do you think?" I ask while wiping my eyes. He looks down at his bear feet. Then back to me.

"Your right, I am sorry." He says looking away, and my chest tightens. This was the first time he has apologised; after all he did.

"Just go." I say firmly avoiding his gaze. I feel the mattress shift from him getting up, and hear the floorboards creak under his weight as he makes his way to the door.

Peter POV~

    I make it to the door before I look back at her, and whisper. "I never wanted to hurt you." I turn back and hobble down to my room.