Song: Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift (PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD WATCH AND LISTEN TO THE MUSIC VID OF THIS SONG IT'LL MAKE ME HAPPY)
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The week after watching her go was probably the most Tom and I ever fought. And I knew that I was the one being selfish and stubborn, but I didn't care. I still continued to be selfish and stubborn.

"No. You are not taking that potion."

"Tom how else are we gonna do this?"

"We can adopt! Don't risk your life over something so...impossible! It's a 5% chance! Thats like inevitable death!"

"I don't want to adopt. I want a baby that's ours."

"Sparklez please, you're being unreasonable."

"No I'm not..." I sniffled. It's been two days since her funeral, and I feel like I've hit my lowest point. The hole feels like it's getting larger and larger every moment she's gone. I've been cooped up in our room ever since I got back from the End. I just want to wallow in my misery.

"Sparklez baby..." he began.

"Don't call me baby..." I hate that word. Especially when he uses it.

"Sorry...do you wanna go to the cave?"

"No. I want a baby." I sounded so childish and whiny. I hated myself for it.

I heard him sigh in frustration. "Please don't take that potion. I know you want a baby, but risking your life isn't worth that. We'll find something else. I promise."

"And what if we don't? What then?"

"Then...then...I-I don't know. I'm not superman Sparklez. I can't solve everything."

"I know..." I just liked denying the truth. It made the actual reality of things less brutal.

"I'll call up Wag and see if he found anything else. I'm sure he found something we could do."
I felt the bed shift and listened as his footsteps faded away. I doubt Wag found something. It's been two days. He would've called us if he had.

It went on like that for awhile. I'd stay in bed all day, eat occasionally but not enough, and I only went outside when Tom forced me to. I was just so...sad. The fact that I couldn't be an actual father anymore just made me feel so depressed. Ive fought with Tom so much that I think he's getting tired of being around me. I really want the fertility potion Wag told us about, but I feel like if I take it, Tom himself would kill me.

One day he pulled me out of bed, refused to tell me where we were going, and threw some dress clothes in my face. I didn't really feel like fighting that day so I just threw on the clothes and fixed my hair so it didn't look like I was a crazy person. Which I was, but hey, I still like to look nice.
Tom came in a few minutes later, dressed in nice clothes too, and began to drag me out of the tree. After what seemed like forever of him pulling me by the wrist, I actually said something.

"Would you stop dragging me?"
The hard look on his face stayed.

"Wouldn't have to drag you if you'd actually pick up your feet and walk," he muttered.

I sighed and went back to being mute. This is miserable. I'm so tired...did I even sleep last night? I think I tried, but then another nightmare showed up.

As we were walking, a small little butterfly flew in front of me, so I stopped for a second to let it pass. Instead of letting me stop, Tom pulled harder on my wrist and I stepped on the butterfly.

I don't know why, but something in me immediately triggered and everything broke loose.

I burst into tears and jerked my hand away from him. I wasn't going anywhere. I want my baby back. Why did I have to leave her alone? My little girl is dead. It's all my fault. Everything is always my fault.

"What? What's wrong? Why are you crying?" He tried to hug me but I ripped away from him. If he hadn't yanked me, the butterfly would still be alive.

"YOU MADE ME KILL THE BUTTERFLY!" I screamed at him. I'm being stupid and childish, I know. But I'm hurt and I can't help what I'm feeling.

"What butterfly?!" He asked exasperated.

"IT DOESNT MATTER! It's dead...it's never coming back..." I sat down on the ground next to the crumbled butterfly and cried over its death. He didn't say anything. He must think I'm insane. Crying over a butterfly.

I sniffled and scooped the small little creature into my hands and stared at it. So beautiful and so fragile. She was just like the butterfly.

"I'm...I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. You told me to stop and I didn't. I know things are really hard for you right now and you know I'm just trying to help. But I'm being a terrible hus..."

He stopped and stared wide eyed at my hands. I looked back down to the crushed butterfly, but it wasn't crushed. It was alive.

It crawled slowly up my thumb and sat perched on top of it, before spreading its wings and flying away.

I just healed something. Oh my god.

"Did you-?"

"I-I don't...I don't know."

We sat in silence.

"Um...should we ignore this?"

"Yeah. Yeah I think that's a good idea. Lets just..go."

We stood up, brushed ourselves off, and went back to walking wherever Tom wanted us to go. I don't know why we chose to ignore that. Obviously it was something that should've been talked about, celebrated even. I can heal things.
Maybe it's because we were both scared of the change it would cause.

"Sparklez?" He asked after a good five minutes of silence.

"Yeah?" I still sounded kinda shaky because of the mental break down.

"I love you." His hand made its way into mine. I smiled a little, the first time in almost a week.

"I love you too. I don't like fighting."

"I don't either."

More silence followed. I didn't even know where we were going, but I didn't want to ask. I don't want to fight again. I love him and I just want him to be happy.

"Sparklez?" he asked again.

"Yeah?"

"Do you think you can heal people too?"

"I have no clue." But god wouldn't that be amazing.

And yet again: more silence. I still didn't have a clue where we were going.

"Tom?" I asked.

"Yeah?"

"Where are we going?"

"Well...I was gonna take you to a party but...if you wanna go back home then we can. This has been a pretty sucky day."

"Do you want to go the party?"

"Yeah..."

"Then let's go." I smiled.

He smiled too. "Okay."

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"Drink itttttttt," Tom slurred and shoved a beer in my face.

"No." I shoved him away because he smelled like pure alcohol.

"Uptight lil shit." He popped the cap open and drank it himself.

Yup. This is my husband.

"You think maybe he should go home?" Sonja laughed beside me. She was drinking something less heavy, I think it was called a margarita. It looked great, but I didn't want any alcohol tonight. I was the designated person to get Tom home safely and not find him in a ditch tomorrow morning.

"It's fine. He's been worse." I sipped more of my lemonade.
I think Sonja and I were the only ones who weren't drunk. And there was at least fifty people here.

So Wag had a party. And at this party, he basically handed out anything and everything that could make you high. Including meth. Tom, being the idiot that he is, decided to try it. I was hoping maybe he'd listen to me when I said it was basically poison, but of course he didn't. He was drunk and high at the same time and it was a dangerous combination. And the worse part about it is that 90% of the people here are exactly like him, and I don't even know half of them. I think a bunch of people came in like a few hours ago because they heard about it and Wag was high so he just let them in. I wish he hadn't. I'd rather handle my friends being drunk than a bunch of strangers.

"I've had to slap too many thirsty blondes tonight. Tuckers being cool about it though. He didn't even pay attention to them." She smiled evilly and sipped more of her margarita.

Tucker and Sonja got back together sometime throughout the week, and Tucker is literally kissing her feet trying to win her back. I can tell she is enjoying every minute of it.

"I'm glad you guys are back together. He missed you, I could tell." I had to yell over the music, which seemed to be getting louder every minute.

She rolled her eyes. "He's hopeless without me."

Through the crowd of people, I couldn't see a single person I knew. Wag disappeared hours ago and hasn't been seen since.

"Hey, do you know where Wag went?" I shouted over the blaring music.

"Probably doing butt stuff with Martha," she snorted.

"Sparklezzzz..." Tom whined beside me. He was in the weirdest position on the couch Id ever seen. Both of his legs were sprawled across the top of it and his head was hanging off the edge of the bottom.

"Yeah?"

"I want foods."

"You just ate three hotdogs and drank four beers. I think you're good."

"Nooooo..." He groaned.

"You want some water instead?" He sure could use it.

"I like that...that wet stuff...it's good stuff..." He yawned sleepily.

I shook my head and laughed. "You're an idiot."

"You're a sausage...you sausage." He weakly slapped me. And then he passed out. Guess I'm carrying him home. Great.

"Well, I guess I should go see what Tuckers up to. Good luck lugging that home." She snickered. And then she disappeared into the crowd.

I was completely and utterly bored. Watching people shamelessly grind on each other isn't really how I wanted to spend my night. At least Tom had a good time.

"Hi sweetheart. What is your name?" I felt the couch shift a little.

I turned to see who sat down. A girl who was smiling at me with way too much enthusiasm.

"Uh, it's Jordan." This isn't gonna end well. I've seen this whole scene before.

She scooted closer, and I tried to scoot back, but Toms body was in the way. I already don't like this girl.

"Jordans a cute name. I'm Taylor. Why are you sitting here all alone?" She inched closer as she talked.

I could feel my throat getting dry. I was trying to form words to tell her I was gay and married, but I couldn't. It was like my throat closed up.

"Um..."

And then she pulled away from my face and stood up from the couch. "I better go. It was nice meeting you Jordan. Have a fun night." She laughed, and it sounded kinda weird. Like it was...distorted...or something. She disappeared into the crowd of dancing without another glance back.

There are some weird people here.

I scooted closer to Tom and propped his head up on my lap. Maybe people won't bother me if they see I'm obviously gay.

Eventually watching a bunch of strangers dance got boring, so I just started playing with Toms hair. He looked so cute in his sleep, a half-smile on his lips instead of the normal smirk. His blue hair was nearly gone now. I wonder if he's going to dye it again.

Thats the last clear thing that I remember before it happened.
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