Abigail didn’t protest. She was too cold to care. All she could think about, now that Alex was with her, was to get warm again to stop the shivering.
Alex removed his shirt as well to give her more warmth and he used the towels to wrap around her and himself to keep her warm. He sat on the wooden bench, cradling her tightly. He rubbed her shoulders, took her hands in his and blew on them, trying to get her blood circulating again.
"Abigail... are you, okay?" he asked her.
She nodded, but her eyes were closed. She was still trembling.
"I’m so sorry... I shouldn’t have left you." His arms around her tightened and he kissed her head, his face filled with regret.
"I-I’m f-fine..." she stuttered softly and thankfully, her trembles started to die down. "Please, don’t leave me again, Alex... I wouldn’t be able to take it if you disappeared from my life again. I... I can’t live without you. So please... never leave me like that again..." she cried and Alex’s heart squeezed in pain.
"I’m sorry. I promise. I will not leave your side again," he vowed as he kissed her lips, trying to warm it up so it would become pink again. Regret was evident in his voice.
He had acted too rashly. He had been too desperate to regain his memories, to find the witch queen and solve this problem all at once. He couldn’t bear seeing her trying so hard just for him to remember and he couldn’t accept that despite everything she had done, she still remained invisible in his head. But it seemed his decision ended up hurting her like this again. All he wanted was to make her happy but the world just kept on getting in the way, making Alex feel even more aggravated. That feeling of wanting to destroy everything was starting to bubble under the surface, getting ready to overflow if he let it. This time, Alex felt that he would destroy the world, not to conquer it. He wanted to destroy it so that he could create a place for the two of them, a place where no one would ever get in their way again, a place where nothing would ever cause this girl to cry in pain again.
That was his goal. From here on out, that would be his aim and if the world refused to give him that, then he wouldn’t hesitate to destroy everything once again. If that was what it took, he was willing to become that monster again.
Abi kissed him back before she buried her face on his neck, feeling his warmth, before she whispered weakly at him.
"Alex... I am seeing nightmares again. And a woman is calling to me."
"Nightmares?" The worry in Alex’s eyes was momentarily replaced with curiosity. And what did she mean by ’again’? Had she had nightmares like this before? What kind of nightmares did she have?
Abi’s grip on his neck tightened a little. "I never told you this but the things that happened that night... that night when you made me stab you... I had been having nightmares about it beforehand. It was as if... as if I saw the future, Alex. And it’s happening again. That’s why... I’m scared. I’m scared that something might happen to you again."
"Shhh... nothing like that will happen to me again so don’t think about that anymore," he consoled.
The words she said made Alex frown hard. He now remembered what happened in that room except that Abigail was still not in the picture. He now knew that she was the girl in that prophecy; the one who was born to kill him.
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