Rae Alghren (prettydeadly) wrote in immune_ic, @ 2012-09-29 18:48:00 |
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It wasn't the first time she'd dreamed about an infected Elliot. It happened frequently right after he passed, actually, but it had been awhile. She thought she'd escaped them. Thought they'd been a byproduct of the newness of being without him, among other things. It was still relatively new, she supposed, so it could have been that still, but it was still upsetting, whatever it was. Sometimes, on the nights that he stayed, it was still a shock to wake up with Silas next to her. She didn't regret the agreement they'd come to, not even close, but it was just strange, seeing someone who wasn't Elliot in bed with her. That particular night, alongside the dream that she'd had, was one of those nights. When she'd bolted as upright as she could with her stomach in the way, she'd looked to her right and had to check herself, remember the situation. Still in her pajamas—she hadn't let herself fall asleep naked with Silas, just in case, for some reason, they needed to make a hasty retreat one night, so they could avoid the questions—she threw on Silas' jacket, hoping that he wouldn't mind, and walked out the front door to sit outside for some fresh air. The door was left slightly ajar, so that he'd have some inkling where she was if he woke up (and as an invitation for him to come out if he wanted to), but she needed to clear her head a little, and the crisp autumn air was good for that. Brushing both hands through her hair, she stopped once she reached the back of her head and held it in her hands, looking down at her tummy. She felt guilty, and a little bit greedy. She cared a lot about Silas, she definitely hadn't been lying when she said that she liked him, and she enjoyed the benefits of their current situation, but she missed Elliot a lot, especially on nights like this. |