Got another request to carry it on… I am, but this is the last time. Let me reiterate, Rose-Buck: last time. I'm not going to carry it on from here, because I'm happy where it is, and I think that adding any more would just spoil where it is at currently and the quality. In my opinion. And because I'm the author, my word goes. Ha.
Whoops, just remembered forgot to put the disclaimer on my last chapter. Right. I DON'T OWN A THING. NOTHING. I DON'T OWN ANYTHING IN THE LAST CHAPTER, AND I DON'T OWN ANYTHING IN THIS CHAPTER EITHER. OK? Is that clear enough? Good.
Bill kept blinking, though it didn't make the slightest difference, he still couldn't see a thing through the endless darkness. Where had Nancy gone? Why didn't she take him with her? The smile she'd said 'goodbye' with, so sweet at first, was burning him. It was so painful to finally realise he loved her. Bill Sikes didn't love- apart from Nancy. She was the exception. She was always the exception.
Bill took one step forward- a pitiful baby step. If he could see, he would have laughed at himself. But it was too dark, and in truth, Bill was scared. Not that he'd admit that to anyone but himself. Even if he was dead, he still had the reputation to upkeep. Bill Sikes didn't get scared. Ever.
"Nancy!" he tried calling again. "Nancy, where the 'ell are you?"
This time there was no answer, just the echo of his own voice coming back louder than ever. Bill cursed under his breath, shuffling forward cautiously. He felt like an old woman, whose legs were frail and breakable. But right now he didn't care.
"NANCY!" he yelled. His voice came back again. "NANCY… Nancy…Nancy… Nancy… Nancy… "
Sobbing loudly, not caring anymore, because she was gone for good, Bill sank to the floor. "I'm so sorry…" he finally said it. He finally finished the sentence. "So sorry…"
The golden mist once again infiltrated his torture, and Bill looked up. "Nancy?" he called.
Her voice surrounded him once more. "Repentance doesn't replace lives, Bill."
"I know…" he sobbed. "I know…"
And for the second time she descended, walking out of the mist. "Shh…" she whispered. "Shh…"
Nancy knelt beside him, rocking him back and forth as if he were a mere child, like she would comfort one of Fagin's gang. Nancy stayed with him until he fell asleep, and although he was dreaming, he could feel her leave him again.
This time permanently.
Well? And, to reiterate the point once more, this is the final chapter. No more requests will be taken into account. Have a good day/afternoon/evening/night (depending on which part of the world you live in).
But first, R&R. :D
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