There are no dreams while I sleep. There is nothing.

And it's so blissful, I'm almost in tears when I wake up.

Killian's arms are still wrapped around me just as tightly as they were when we fell asleep, like a cocoon. A cocoon of silence.

There is nothing I am more appreciative of then the silence. The nothing.

It's why my death no longer scares me. Because at least there will be nothing. I will be nothing.

And so, I keep my eyes closed, and allow myself to fall back into a sleep full of nothing.

I even smile as I do so.

****

When I wake up again, one of Killian's hands rests on my lower back, my shirt riding up slightly so his skin touches mine, and the other one is stroking my hair.

I stiffen at the contact.

I'm not used to being touched. Especially not skin to skin.

Not only because people have always avoided me, knowing that if they touch me, I'll probably See something bad about them, but because I avoid them too. Just as a desperate attempt to have some silence.

But Killian's touch is the silence.

I relax and fall back asleep.

****

I finally pry my eyes open.

"Morning, dear," Killian grins. "You slept so long I was worried you slipped into another coma."

I should panic about the lost time, but I was too relaxed after finally getting the much-needed sleep.

"How long?" I ask calmly, my head still resting on his chest.

Killian glances at the clock. "It's 3:00 p.m."

Well, that's not too bad. At least it wasn't a full day.

"No nightmares?" Killian smiles, his eyes twinkling in pure happiness.

"No nightmares," I confirm, unable to stop myself from smiling back.

"Silence?"

"Silence."

Killian looks thoughtful. "What's it like? Being a Seer?"

"It means always winning at chess," I say wryly, and Killian laughs.

"Even against Gabe?"

"Even against Gabe, but I wouldn't bring that up with him. It's a touchy subject," I shake my head slightly.

Killian's chest shakes with laughter underneath me. "Seriously, what's it like? Getting to know the future?"

My smile falters. "It's not as great as you would think. My head... it isn't my own, not really. It's filled with visions of other people's lives, their thoughts, their fears, their hopes, their futures."

"Do you See a lot of bad things?" He asks curiously, playing with a piece of my hair.

"Yes."

Too many.

"Good things?"

I smile slightly. "Yeah, I See good things. Not all futures are bad."

"What's the happiest thing you've seen happening in the future?" He asks, sounding completely fascinated.

I comb through the million futures I have filed away in my head, and decide on the one that makes my heart warm.

"Knox," I look up at Killian, grinning genuinely. "He finds his mate and they have three pups together. He doesn't scowl as much in the future."

Killian's eyes shine in happiness. He makes a strangled noise in the back of the throat. "Thank you for telling me that Katrina," He chokes out, his voice thick with emotion. "That's a lovely future to picture."

"It is," I agree, still smiling.

"Can you See your own future?" He asks, and my smile falters.

"Yes," I answer shortly, hoping he doesn't ask more questions about how my Sight pertains to me specifically.

"Do you have a future that happy, Katrina?" He asks, suddenly serious.

I decide to tell him the truth.

"No," I say finally. "I don't."

Killian's eyebrows furrow. "What?"

"Knox will have a mate and children," I say, choosing my words carefully, so I don't expose the whole truth. "I will have neither of those. So, no, my future won't be as happy as his."

Killian frowns. "How can you know that for sure? Can't your visions change?"

I shrug. "This one won't." Because it can't. It is my Curse.

Killian's eyes darken. "Don't say that, Katrina," He says lowly. "You never know what could happen."

I laugh, finding this funny. "Trust me, Killian. A mate and children aren't in my cards. Don't worry.  It doesn't mean I don't get a happy ending."

"You... You have a happy ending?" Killian looks perplexed.

"Yeah," I smile, because I am at peace with this. "When I die, I'll feel at peace with the time I did spend in this lifetime. I count that as a happy ending."

Killian's eyes are still dark. "You're saying you have a happy ending, but not a happy future? What does that even mean?"

I shrug. "Seers are crazy, Killian. Don't try making sense of my Sight, you'll find yourself highly disappointed."

He gets a look of disbelief on his face and opens his mouth, probably to pry for more information.

A wave of nausea hits me and I pause. "Hold that thought," I mutter, and hurry into the bathroom to throw up more blood.

I lock the door behind me without thinking, and lean over the toilet, puking up dark red blood.

A hand holds my hair back, and since I See nothing, I know that Killian fucking teleported inside of the bathroom.

"Get out," I groan when I have a second long break.

"Not a chance."

I keep throwing up more blood, until it stops, and I feel woozy when I'm done.

I brush my teeth, ignoring Killian staring at me in concern.

"I was supposed to stop that," he says in horror.

"What?" I say in confusion, going back into the bedroom to put on a jacket. I'm freezing.

"Touching me. You aren't supposed to have your Sight," he says in a mixture of confusion and worry. "So you aren't supposed to get sick, right?"

Oh, Killian. Not even he was enough to stop what was happening to me. My body is completely shutting down. Even if my Sight spontaneously left me, I would still be dying. My visions aren't the only thing that is killing me, though they do speed it up.

Time is.

"You can't completely take away my Sight, Killian," I sigh. "You just put it on mute for awhile. It can't be fully ignored. It won't be ignored."

"So I'm not really helping you at all?" He asks desperately. He looks... helpless. I know the feeling.

I smile slightly. It's sweet that he's trying to. "You do," I tell him honestly. "That was the most peaceful sleep I've ever had. I appreciate it, really."

And I do. Even a few seconds of silence was to be cherished, especially on my borrowed time.

Killian looks deeply troubled, but relaxes slightly at my words. "Does that mean you're going to keep sleeping with me?" He asks, but his smirk seems forced.

"Don't make it sound sexual." I roll my eyes.

"It is."

I sigh. "Fine. You can sleep in my bed. Sleep," I emphasize.

"If I'm going to be bedding you," He begins, and I roll my eyes at his word choice. "Can I request that you start wearing sexier pajamas? Something a little more revealing maybe?"

I scoff, but he keeps on going and grins. "Only to maximize skin to skin contact," He says, raising his hands innocently. "For your benefit."

I raise an eyebrow.

"Fine, I benefit from it too," Killian laughs. "It's called symbiosis, my dear. Do some research."

"Seems more like parasitism to me," I say sweetly, but for some reason, I feel relieved that things are back to normal between us. Killian hitting on me to annoy me, me getting annoyed and trying to vex him back.

Killian teleports in front of me, and I jump in surprise when he wraps his arms around me.

"I missed you," He murmurs into my hair.

And as always after making a dramatic statement, he disappears.

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