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If you're an advocate of gentleness, you're simplistic and naive. If you're an advocate of despair and hate, you're sophisticated.
Her dreams were riddled with nightmares.
Her light, wavy hair stuck to her forehead in clumps, her bangs dangling heavily over her eyes.
Red splashed up under her eyes and she woke with a start, sitting up in bed she threw the covers off her. Breathing deeply she tried to calm her racing mind. Falling back on her pillows she closed her eyes once again. Turning, she checked the time.
She sighed and stood from her bed. Tiptoeing to her door she opened it slowly, trying to stop the creaking before it happened. Glancing back at her bed she made sure the man hadn't stirred, seeing that he hadn't, she sighed in relief before exiting the large room.
She slowly walked to the kitchen and recalled the grim details of her dream. Apparently, she had found out, travelling back and forth through time was not good for one's mental health. Rubbing her temples she tried to forget. Turning on the stove she began to boil water.
Tea would help.
Sliding into a bar seat she sat, staring at her luke-warm glass.
If only she could forget.
Taking a sip she sat back in the chair, taking deep breaths.
"What are you doing up?" Startled she turned and saw a dashing dark lad with large glasses standing in the entrance to the hall.
"Oh! Sorry if I woke you, I couldn't sleep." That was probably the worst part of it all. While it wasn't completely a lie, there was still a hidden truth. When you travel through time four different times and see things you can't unsee, you can't just go to a therapist. You can't tell people that you've travelled through time and need someone to talk to.
You can't talk about the nightmares you have.
Completely, totally alone.
"Mmm, me either. Care if I join you?" She shook her head and he slid into the stool beside her. "Sleep is a funny thing, huh?" The women laughed and bumped his shoulder. He smiled at her and moved forward to kiss her. She accepted and smiled on his lips.
When they pulled away the man began speaking again. "You know I'm your husband right?" The women pulled a face and nodded, "And you trust me right?" The girl nodded again, "Then why did you lie about having another nightmare?" The girl sighed and rolled her eyes.
"I don't have to tell you everything," The blonde responded irritably.
The man sighed and stood. "Well, I mean, no, but I'm your husband I should get to be privy to this information, you're my wife, I love you! I want to be able to help you, but I can't if I don't know whats going on!" The man's voice was starting to raise with anger and...love?
"You wouldn't understand." She whispered.
"What? You know that I've seen some pretty real shit, I'm sure I would!" He replied.
"Shhhh!" The women hissed, "You're going to wake the children." The man rolled his eyes and moved back down the hall, the women closely following him. "I understand that you're upset because I haven't told you why I have nightmares, but I know, for a fact, that you would not understand this."
The man laughed bitterly, "Well, you haven't even given me a chance to try to understand Rebekah!" The man sat on the edge of the bed staring at the women.
Rebekah leaned against the door and crossed her arms, "And why can't you respect that I don't want to tell you?" They had this argument every couple of months, and every time she would bring this up and it would slowly diffuse. "I respect your wishes to not talking about the war." The man winced at the thought. "And I would like you to respect mine."
The man huffed and ran his hands under his glasses, rubbing at his eyes.
"Okay." He finally said, "I respect them." Rebekah smiled softly at the man and pushed herself off the door. Moving towards him, she straddled his hips. Smiling up at her, he held her thighs tightly, rubbing soothing circles in them.
Bending slightly, she captured his lips with her own. "I love you." She mumbled, pushing him back on the bed then kissing down his neck.