What if Anderson is not dead? What if war is not over? What if Ella and Aaron never got over their traumas? Are they ready to continue their lives?
Was everything just Ella's dream, or was it reality?
Story continues two years after Ella's and Aaron...
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Kenji is sleeping beside me. I wish I could sleep, but my mind won't leave me alone.
We are going on a date tomorrow and I need to have a serious talk with him but I'm scared. Questions won't leave my head. How will he take it? Will he leave me? Will he care at all? What if he just starts to ignore me?
No. He won't do that. I know he won't. But I haven't talked with anyone about it, and no one can reassure me now. I've been keeping this secret over a month now.
Kenji and I will become parents in 8 months.
It's just insane.
I'm kissing his forehead, putting hundreds and hundreds of small cute kisses. Sometimes I feel like I'm not enough for him. He thinks I don't like to kiss and cuddle and watch movies, when there really isn't anything I would do rather. Maybe I'm not expressing it in a right way, but there is no other place I would rather be than in his hands right now.
I'm lost in my thoughts and then I hear screaming. At first it's low and... sleepy?
Now it's loud, like it wants for whole world to hear it. Wait. It's coming from my house.
Ella.
„Kenji!", I call, „Kenji, wake up", I'm shaking his shoulders.
„Wha-?", he barely opened his eyes, „What is that?"
„It's Ella, quick!", I rush from our bed to Ella.
„Ella, girl, wake up.", I gently shake her shoulders.
But she's not moving, just crying and screaming and shaking her head.
„J, wake up please,", Kenji is begging and shaking her, „Come on, princess."
But nothing. I feel useless.
„Call Warner.", I say. I know they are in some kind of fight, but he would know what to do.
„No. No, we can do this. Come on J."
After couple more minutes she finally shut her eyes open. She's panting, trying to fill her lungs with air, but it's not enough.
„Ella!", I hug her, „We are here. You are okay.", my hand is going up and down on her back, and she hugs me back and bury her face in my pajama.
„Is it a nightmare again?", Kenji asks.
„No Kenji, it's fucking... what else it could be?!", I snap.
„Okay, okay. I'm sorry.", Kenji shrugs, „You don't have to be mean about it..."
„I'm not-„ , but I am. I snapped at him because of nothing. I bow my head and try to ignore it.
„Hey, Naz? I was just kidding, don't be like that.", he hugs me and kisses my temple, „I didn't mean to make you sad."
