*Fidelio's POV*

The night was quickly up, just like the passing wind, it was creeping through my very skin. Bringing horrendous perspectives of the future into my mind. I felt cold shivers run down my back as I took a sharp breath and examined my surroundings.

No one was there. Absolutely no one. I was alone. These thoughts strangled me until they were victorious in keeping me their prisoner. I shook my head a bit to release the hold of my fears. It was only then I that I realized Wanda must have been alone too. When that bastard had succeeded in his attempts to put as many scars on her body as he could.

Feeling bile arise at the back of my throat, I gripped onto my sleeves, trying to get my anger out on the helpless material. Once I find out where James is, He is dead.

My train of thoughts being abruptly stopped as my phone vibrated from possibly a text. Grabbing the cold, metallic object in my yet more colder hands, I glanced at it's screen. It was from Officer Klein.

Her message read: we have yet to acquire Jason James's exact coordinates. Our team is on it.

Typing quickly my response and then responding to her further texts which took around ten minutes but would have been quicker, If it had not been my very decision, I returned the phone to my pocket.

Moving my eyes, daring to look at the person my life depended upon, my gaze landed on Wanda. The very sight of her warmed my heart up and softened my eyes. Just some more time honey, just some more. I whispered as I remembered what Doctor Wilson had said.

He had ensured that Wanda was awake alright. And that she would be able to come out of her unconsciousness and converse with us just after some good hours. I awaited it. When her eyes would open, the sweet smile gracing her features. I awaited it.

I awaited her.

Sitting upwards into my uncomfortable excuse of a chair, I tried to shake off the sleep, that was slowly trying to crawl itself into me. Some minutes passed, as I felt myself loose control over myself. My senses were slowly drifting into sleep, it's power being way to great for me to escape it. The last thing I remember was the black of my eyes closing onto the sleeping image of Wanda's peaceful body.

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Hey!

Hey Del!

Wake up Del!

Dulcet familiar voices of a female could be heard far away. I was way too consumed into the vast world of my dreams, their illusion being the real even though they were far from real. Fake actually. I scoffed when I realized who's voices I am hearing.

Wanda's.

Being stuck in a dream is weird, specially when you know it's a dream. It won't ever come true.

C'mon Del please!

The voice called out again.

'Shut up stupid mind, playing her voice again and again as if you'll get me this time. It's been more than a year and a half. I know your tricks!'

I scolded my mind in my dream, because well if it thought it could keep getting at me then no. I knew it was just playing her voices to wreck my soul even further.

''Er...what the actual hell do you mean by...uh...a year and a half?'' The voice spoke again. Yet it was something in it that made it look more than real. A soft hand pushed my chest slightly as my eyes snapped open.

Now it was truly during that moment that I realized that yes, there are some moments which you just want to keep living in. You would wish that it doesn't end. That it goes on and on forever. Yes, it was truly that moment for me as my whole body got numbed at the sight of cinnamon brown eyes staring at me. The color almost forgotten from my memory when they decided to pay my longing soul a visit again. To remind my senses that they were, are and always will remain into my memory. Embellished with the golden thread of fate.

As if all air had been sucked out of me, I remained there motionless. Staring at her beautiful face, a little pale but it didn't effect her beauty in any bad way. If possible, it even increased it.

''Wins...'' a lone breath escaped my lips. Shaking my head as I felt the sudden lump in my throat tighten, I blinked my teary eyes which were now aching from not blinking for quite a long time because I had this fear that if I blink then I would lose the sight of Wanda looking at me. Even after opening my eyes again, and then rubbing it until I swear they would be red, I looked at her to make sure she wouldn't just disappear like the millions of dreams I'd had.

She didn't.

''Wins...'' I felt myself mumble as I cupped her soft face into my hands and brought it near my own forehead. Keeping it right opposite of my own, I gazed into her cinnamon eyes now glistening with tears, finding stars and galaxies hidden within them. I moved my hands so that my one hand's fingers were curled around her neck and the other one stroking her hair slightly. At my action, her eyes closed and she took a deep breath, then released it, making the warm air fan my face and neck. I saw tears trickle down her face and quickly wiped them with my fingers as gently as I could. She raised her hands to clasp my hands which were still caressing her cheeks. I held her hands instead in both my hands and raised them to my mouth and implanted a soft kiss on them.

An unknown emotion flashed within her eyes which she quickly masked and continued looking at my shaky form kissing her hands again and again muttering about how much I missed her and how fearful I was of what he had done to her and what would I do without her and I felt like dying without her, all whilst holding and kissing her hands which were like some sacred objects only devotional saints were allowed to touch. And believe me...They were! I LOVED HER GODDAMMIT! She was like a prayer on a pilgrims lips, when they first see the shrine of the one they were dying to visit. She is a proven theory of a scientist, however unbelievable it may be, it will always be considered vital.

I suddenly felt my whole body freezing, hair rising behind my neck and on my arms. A shiver ran down my spine as I heard the word leave her lips which I was longing to hear from so long. From a year and a half. I found myself looking up at her as she squeezed my hands between her's.

''Del...'' She had said.

Before slowly adding: ''What had happened?''