Silent Dreams Never Die — Author: John Miller 418
Chapter 418 A Midnight Comforting Presence
After a long silence, Scarlett finally gathered her words. “What happened is in the past. Debating who was right or wrong, or talking about regret, doesn’t change anything. It’s pointless.”
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Vincent seemed to be in a somber mood. The wind howled loudly on his end. Gazing at Scarlett’s face on the screen, he said, “If I had known you were pregnant back then, I would have asked you to keep it.”
Hearing that, Scarlett was momentarily stunned.
She thought of the amniotic fluid embolism she’d survived during Vanessa’s birth. Even now, a cold thread of fear ran through her at the memory.
Yet, whenever Vincent spoke of having another child, he never mentioned the life–threatening ordeal she had endured.
He tossed out the words “keep it” so casually, while she would have been the one to bear all the physical risk.
The thought filled her with a grim sense of relief. It was a good thing she hadn’t continued that
pregnancy.
If she had, and had faced another crisis like that… she wasn’t sure her spirit or her body could have endured it.
After a moment, she said to Vincent, “But the world isn’t built on ‘what–ifs“.”
Vincent fell silent.
As his second cigarette burned down to the filter, he spoke again, his voice soft, “There’s an event this weekend. Will you come with me?”
Vincent never used to invite Scarlett to his social engagements.
But lately, she kept finding her way into his thoughts.
Scarlett didn’t refuse outright. She simply said, “We’ll see when the weekend comes.”
Vincent, however, left no room for refusal. “Then I’ll pick you up on Saturday.”
Scarlett didn’t acknowledge his statement. She rubbed her eyes, feigning tiredness. “Vincent, I need to sleep now.”
He had already noticed her exhaustion. Though reluctant, he lowered his voice. “Alright.
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Goodnight.”
Only after he spoke did Scarlett reply, “Mhm.”
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Just as her finger moved to tap the end–call button, Vincent spoke again, “Wait.”
Scarlett paused. “What?”
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Vincent stared at her image on the screen, an uncharacteristic hint of hesitation in his tone. “A kiss goodnight?”
For a moment, Scarlett wondered if she’d misheard.
But Vincent didn’t repeat himself, simply holding her gaze.
Flustered, she stammered, “I’m hanging up.”
Without giving him another chance to speak, she ended the call.
After the screen went dark, her heart began to beat an inexplicable, rapid rhythm.
Vincent’s strange request felt completely out of character for him.
But she was overwhelmingly tired. Succumbing to her exhaustion, she fell into a deep sleep.
However, not long after drifting off, Scarlett began to dream. She dreamt of her
past
self…
Meek, compliant, giving until there was nothing left…
She jolted awake, sitting bolt upright in the pitch–black room. She couldn’t see her own hand in front of her face, surrounded by an oppressive, complete darkness.
The blackout curtains were drawn, blocking any sliver of outside light, making it impossible to distinguish any shapes in the room.
The fragments of her dream left her feeling suffocated and hollow.
Sitting in the dark, a quiet sob escaped her.
Once the wave of sorrow passed, she offered a silent, desperate prayer for the divorce to proceed without complication.
Only after it was finalized could she truly begin again.
Just then, a faint scraping sound came from the window. Immediately after, a figure slipped smoothly into the room from behind the curtains.
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Scarlett couldn’t see who it was. She fumbled blindly along the wall, seeking the light switch.
But just as her hand stretched out, a pair of familiar, warm hands effortlessly caught hers.
The touch was unmistakable.
She didn’t pull away, instead whispering tentatively into the darkness, “Damian?”
Damian settled on the edge of the bed beside her. Wrapping a reassuring arm around her shoulders, he said softly, “Yeah. It’s me.”
Scarlett stared in the direction of his voice, confused. “Why did you come through the window again?”
In the darkness, Damian scratched the back of his head, a little sheepish. “Old habits die hard, I guess.”
In the profound dark, Scarlett could barely make out the faint gleam of Damian’s eyes.
Her voice was husky from sleep and emotion. “I thought you went home.”
Damian’s gaze was fixed on her shadowy form. “I did. But I was worried you might not come back here tonight, so I came to wait for you.”
He leaned in a little closer, his tone adopting a playfully fierce whisper. “If you hadn’t shown up, I was ready to turn Vincent’s whole world upside down.”
Scarlett didn’t pull back. She could feel the solid warmth of him beside her, even if she couldn’t see the mock–ferocious expression on his face.
She couldn’t see him clearly, and he couldn’t fully see her.
Their eyes met only in the abstract, within the shared, intimate darkness,
Knowing how late it was, Scarlett brushed past his comment. “You should go
home now.”
Hearing this, Damian instantly refused. “No chance. I just got here. I’m not going anywhere.”
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