“There is nothing here, just darkness.”
“Try not to use your eyes.”
“Try not to use my eyes?”
There was a snicker in the darkness.
“Don’t worry,” he told her. “We’ve got this. Just like always.”
“Don’t worry, he tells me,” the man’s wife said through a smile he could hear.
“I have loved you since before time was even a thing. Nothing can change that now. What do I have to worry about?”
His wife crowded closer in the darkness, but still he could not feel her, only sense her… as it were.
“I will love you no matter what,” she informed him again, for the millionth time.
“You say that as if you expect the worst,” his voice sounded from nearby, yet she could not feel the comfort of his breath on her face the way she very much wished she could.
And for a moment she was thankful for the darkness that separated the two halves. Because she had seen glimpses of what was to come. The pain he’d have to endure. And the way that pain would twist him.
“This was your idea,” she said provokingly, because their relationship was built on a love that continually challenged each of them to be the very best version they could be.
For a moment she didn’t know if he would laugh or cry.
But oh, how she longed to reach out and weave her fingers into his hair one more time.
“I couldn’t be prouder of you.”
“I haven’t done it yet,” he informed her, and in the doing revealed in his voice all of the emotion he couldn’t put into words.
“If you can imagine it, you can do it,” she informed him.
“What if my fear gets the better of me?” he asked, wanting nothing more than to rest his forehead on her chest, so he could once more listen to the sound of her beating heart.
“Then I’ll just have to wait for you. No matter how long it takes,” she told him.
“What if it’s years?” the sailor asked his wife.
“What if it’s centuries?” she joked, already missing the feeling of his lips pressed tightly against hers.
“I will wait for you because I believe in you. I believe in your dream. I believe in your destiny.”
“There is no destiny without you,” he whispered through a thick rush of emotion, his kryptonite.
“Let’s just hope you remember that,” his wife whispered in reply, so softly she secretly hoped he couldn’t hear.
“No matter what…” he began, but then a rushing at his feet made him pause.
“I think we’re here,” he replied when it finally stopped.
But his wife, of more lifetimes than he could count, did not reply.
“Evelyn!” he screamed, but her essence was suddenly nowhere to be found.
“Evelyn!” he cried, and then there was a rush of lights and screaming…
“It’s a boy!” the doctor cried in happiness.
“Oh joy,” the boy’s exhausted mother replied. “Another fucking boy.”
© Raena Exe 2022
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