"I see her in my dreams. I see her everywhere. But I could never get to close it would shatter her."

Salvador Torres,

Beep. Beep.

I could hear them all of them. I could feel Beth's anger towards me.

I could hear the doctors trying to desperately save me.

I can even hear my own failing heart.

I couldn't move. It felt like a dream. But it feels so real.

I could hear the waves crashing, the setting sun warming her golden skin. Her hair wasn't fire like Val's, or honey like Beth's, it was made of the gold.

The gold strands of hers danced in the wind. Teasing me. Taunting me. Her back was towards me, maybe she didn't know I was here yet. Her hands were wrapped around her. Her feet sunk in the soft grains of the sand, being washed away by the small waves.

"You need to go back." I stopped in my tracks. Its been three years since I heard her voice. I paid for her phone bill every month to listen to her voicemail, to just remember the voice.

Wake up now Salvador.

I waited and closed my eyes but I can still hear the waves, waiting for reality to slap me across the face and laugh at my stupidity.

She turned to look back at me, maybe her hair wasn't fire. Maybe it wasn't honey either. But those grey eyes of hers were the same.

"Alice." I breathed out. Goosebumps formed on every inch of my skin as she kept her gaze on me. How I wished every night to just have her look at me the way she does right now. Like I was the only good left in the world. Like I haven't harmed a soul. Like my soul didn't die with hers.

"Salvador. Por que?" (Why?)

She asked. She was in a white dress, she looked like an angel. I didn't want to move, I'm scared. I feel scared. I feel.

Emotions. My eyes brimmed with tears. We were on the beach.

"Come here." She held her hand out, but I held my breath, her eyes held a warmth that shouldn't be there, I looked down at her hand where I saw the ring.

"You left." I said. Somewhere in the back of my mind I could hear Beth screaming. I-i shouldn't be here.

"Of course you should. You always call on me. You feel don't you?" Alice asked me her hand was waiting for mine.

"Your going to disappear. You left me." I whispered again, she smiled that smile that bought peace to my heart. The smile that made all the bad things in the world seem okay.

"What are you talking about Salvador, did Santiago put you up to this? Or are you working with Amelia now?" She asked stepping towards me, as I took a step back.

"W-who is Amelia? Or Santiago?" I asked I must have seem confused.

"Our kids? Did you hit your head somewhere today? Come here, I wanna show you something." She said and something pulled me towards her, I took a cautious step.

Come back to me!

I wrapped my arms around her, watching the sunset. I breathed Alice's scent closing my eyes as her curly wild golden hair whipped around. I always loved her peace.

"We should take a trip. Me and you." She whispered, leaning her head into my neck.

"Why now?" I whispered kissing her cheek as our hands intertwined. The metal on her left hand felt cool against my warm hand.

"Well, because in nine months a new member of the Torres family is popping out of me." She whispered kissing my hand, her lips felt soft and I wanted to get lost in her.

"Why are we here?" I suddenly asked.

"It's where we got married. Don't you remember?" She questioned her grey eyes intensified on mine.

But we never got married.

"And Alessio? What happened to him?" I suddenly asked, was Alessio still alive? Why don't I remember anything?

"His on his way, you called him, was it important?" She asked me, she knew I would never disturb Alessio unless it was important.

"Nothing to worry about mi amor." I whispered kissing the side of her temple.

"I cant lose you Salvador. You promised." But she left me.

Come back to me!

Someone was yelling. This was wrong, my heart felt as if it was on fire. But when I turned around Alessio was there, he was holding hands with Arabella, she giggled at something he must have said, and behind them was a little girl with the greyest eyes I ever seen she had Alessio's jet black hair.

"Brother. its been to long, now you got kids you forgot about me?" Alessio joked pulling me into a hug. Tears brimmed at my eyes, why was I crying. Why did this all feel wrong.

"Is Valerie coming?" I asked. Alessio looked at me confused.

"Who is Valerie?" Alessio asked.

"She was some girl who died when she was five. Her dad killed her, her trial is starting tomorrow." Beth wheeled herself in. Beth was in a wheel chair.

"But how? How did that happen?" Valerie died. Val is dead? No. That's not right. No one can kill the devil. No one can kill fire.

"Sal are you okay? Your the one that did this to me? A drive by shooting? I jumped in front of you, I had three bullets to my spine?" Beth looked at me weird. No this isn't right.

Val is alive, she cant be dead. Alice is the one who died. And Alessio. So what was Arabella doing here? And Beth?

What about Ace, did he die? And the mafia.

"Honey, mi amor are you okay?" Alice asked placing her hand on my jaw, I leaned into her touch and closed my eyes listening to the waves. I opened my eyes to see I was crying.

I looked down at her stomach and a pool of blood had formed, I fell to my knees, with Alice in my arms. I held my hand over her broken heart.

"S-sal." She choked out as I looked in her eyes this isn't supposed to happen.

"I-im, h-her n-nam- Amelia." She choked out but I didn't understand, we didn't know anyone named Amelia. She placed her hand on her stomach, the ring there. I didn't know. I didn't understand what she was trying to tell me.

She should have said I love you. I should have been promising that she should be okay.

Come back

Alice.

She began fading away as a tear fell onto her flawless face, it was like she simply didnt exist.

Come back.

No I need more time. I need time. I gripped Alice's fading hand tighter as the world began to change I can hear my heart, it felt as if someone has set fire to it.

Fire.

I looked around the changing world Alessio was smiling telling me everything is going to be fine. I watched as a young girl who had my hair, and the famous grey eyes disappear.

Beep. Beep.

I could hear the stupid doctors. I could hear those damn machines. Deberia haberme dejado morir. Casi estaba con ella. (Should have let me die. I was almost with her.)

Ahora que lo entendia, mi imaginacion me limitaba a tocarla. Caminar por el camino de la muerte me permite sentir su toque. Para escucharla.

(Now I understood. My imagination limited me from touching her. Walking the path of death allows me to feel her touch. To hear her.)

No sabia quien era Amelia entonces, ahora desearia conocerla. Ojala mi hija no se fuera con su madre.

(I didn't know who Amelia was then, now I wish I knew her. I wish that my daughter didnt leave with her mother.)
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Is this the same her that he imagines when his stressed?
Who feels bad for him?