And about my other stories Gone with the dream new chapter it's almost ready and Tuning the tables it's half done, however I've couldn't write much for Waking up, I'm having a big block with that one and I'm not sure where I'm going to be able to update it but I won't abandon it, I promise.

So thank you for reading, hope you enjoy.

Chapter 1

A fall, a dream and a resolution

I'm not a perfect person
There's many things I wish I didn't do
But I continue learning
I never meant to do those things to you
And so I have to say before I go
That I just want you to know

I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is you

...

Rhett came out in time to see Mammy walking to him.

"Miss Scarlett's feeling a heap better today, Mr. Rhett," the woman informed her master.

"Thank you, Mammy," the man thanked softly to the woman and crossed the yard to the other side where his wife was lying on a big armchair covered with blankets. Scarlett had a furry wrapper on and a tea cup in her hands.

"I've come to ask your forgiveness," Rhett told her soft and kindly. He hadn't talked like that to her in years. Scarlett's heart gave a painful tug at the sound but she barely acknowledged her husband, "…in the hope that we can give our life together another chance."

"Our life together?" Scarlett responded bitterly but resignedly, looking away at the large garden in front of her. "When did we ever have a life together?"

Rhett's heart ached or at least the remains of his slaughtered heart. He looked down, feeling extremely tired like to start another fight with Scarlett, besides, she was right. They didn't share a marriage or a life together; they shred bitterness and a battlefield, always a constant fight, always trying to call the other's bluff in order to take it down. Well, after almost lost her he was done, he felt too old to keep up with that vicious dance.

"Yes, you're right," Rhett said staring at her thin, pale but still beautiful face, "but I'm sure if we could only try again, we could be happy," his voice broken but lightened up with hope at the end. He was practically begging in his head to God, to fate, to whatever or whoever that could be listening, another chance, he asked, another chance to make things right. Another chance to prove he did love her; that they could be a family, and maybe, with time she could love him too….

"What is there to make us happy now?" Scarlett asked softly still avoiding Rhett's eyes. There was just too much hurt, his words, his actions, the baby, he baby now gone. Could they be happy? Rhett sound hopeful but she didn't, she was used to look for the bad side of the things.

"Well, there's Bonnie and…," Rhett stopped a second thinking about the repercussions of the words he was about to say. He was afraid of Scarlett using his love as a whip, but he was more afraid of something taking her away from him without having the opportunity to tell her how he felt. "…and I love you, Scarlett," he responded watching his wife and hoping for a miracle. God helps me…, he thought.

Scarlett looked at her hands and a smiled escaped to her lips when she heard Rhett's confession but instantly turned into a bitter smirk. It wasn't true, she thought. He doesn't love me, he just doesn't want to lose me; she convinced herself. He had been always a sore loser.

"When did you discover that?" Scarlett responded sarcastically, almost mockingly placing her cup in the table next to her. She couldn't trust him; she couldn't trust him with the true or his feelings. Once he told her he loved just to leave her the next day. She couldn't feel that pain again, she couldn't handle it; he was too cruel.

"I've always loved you, but you've never given me a chance to show it," he responded serious, his voice just a bit sharp and accusingly.

Scarlett considered his words and she had to admit he was right. She had never given him the chance to prove his love, but how was she supposed to know he loved her? He didn't act like a man in love certainly..., well, it was true he was attentive and thoughtful when they just got married and before Bonnie was born. Actually, their life was pretty good before Bonnie was born; Scarlett didn't blame the girl though, after all she was the one who kicked Rhett out of her room... and her life. She glanced at Rhett and found her resolution to push him away, fading away. It was true she loved Ashley, she would never stopped to love him, but after he was married and Rhett loved, maybe she could give him a chance and with time they will learn to leave in peace as friends, as they were before.

"Well, and just what do you want me to do?" she asked him softly.

"To begin with, give up the mill, Scarlett," he suggested her softly, not, he actually asked her. "We'll go away. We'll take Bonnie and have another honeymoon."

"Give up the mill? Why? It's making more money than ever," Scarlett exclaimed surprised and a little indignant. Give up the mills? Her babies? They were hers, she built them and made them successful and also it was the way she felt secure, having the money on her own.

"Yes, I know, but we don't need it," he responded in the same kind and tender way. It was soothing; Scarlett thought and made his request hard to say no. "Sell it, or better still, give it to Ashley. Melanie's been such a friend to both of us."

At the mention of Melanie Scarlett's blood boiled lightly, feeling jealous of her. She didn't not only have Ashley as husband but also something Rhett had never given to her; his respect.

"Always Melanie! If you'd think a little more about me," she snapped at him bitterly, taking her cup from the table again.

"I am thinking of you," he responded immediately, his hand aching for hers but unable to move, "and I'm thinking that well, maybe it's the mill that's taking you away from me… and from Bonnie."

Correction, he wasn't thinking that was the reason, he knew that was the reason, those damn mills and Ashley Wilkes. But he loved Scarlett, it was something a stupid and masochist thing to do but he did, h was cursed by her and if she agreed to leave with him and their daughter, he would forgive her everything.

But Scarlett being used to their turbulent relationship misunderstood and put down her guard.

"I know what you're thinking. Don't try to bring Bonnie into this. You're the one taking her away from me," she snapped at him angrily, feeling her blood boiling remembering when she wake up that morning and Rhett came in to tell her she was leaving with Bonnie.

Rhett felt guilty, his mind thinking the same as her.

"But she loves you."

"You've done everything to make her love you, not me," Scarlett snapped at him coldly. "She's so spoiled now that—"

"Mommy! Daddy! Watch me!" Bonnie's voice interrupted them and they looked up to see their five year old daughter on her blue riding habit riding sidesaddle on her pony.

"We're watching, darling. You're mighty pretty, precious," Scarlett told her daughter in affection a sweet voice. Losing her baby had affected her and she tried to be closer to Bonnie.

"So are you," Bonnie responded, patting the neck of her pony. "I'm going to jump. Watch me, Daddy."

Rhett immediately walked, limited by the stone fence and watched at her daughter with severity almost nonexistent.

"I don't think you ought to do much jumping yet, Bonnie. Remember, you've just learned to ride sidesaddle."

"I will so jump! I can jump better than ever 'cause I've grown and I've moved the bar higher," Bonnie explained hem as if that were reason enough to understand she could jump easily.

A really bad feeling took over Scarlett who watched her daughter with anxiousness. She left the cup on the table and leaned to Rhett.

"Don't let her do it, Rhett," she asked still worried.

Rhett obeyed his wife, she didn't Bonnie to be hurt either and he was afraid she could fall, and injured herself.

"No, Bonnie, you can't," he told he but the girl ignored her father, turning the horse and taking it to the bars. "Well, if you fall off, don't cry and blame me," Rhett yelled at her daughter a little annoyed because of how easily he was ignored… he had noticed how high the bars were actually.

Scarlett couldn't shake off the feeing and was becoming sick. Despite being told not to, she stood up grabbing Rhett's am in support.

"Rhett, stop her!" she asked him worried and Rhett frowned he saw her like that. He turned to her daughter who was starting to gallop.

"Bonnie! Bonnie!" Rhett yelled but he was ignored once more. Scarlett frowned without taking her eyes off her daughter and slip carefully to the chair beneath her.

"Just like Pa," she mumbled and then she realized why the bad feeling. Her Pa had been like Bonnie before jumping that fence and….

"Just like Pa!"

Rhett now was worried and yelled at her daughter trying to stop her.

"Bonnie! Bonnie! BONNIE!"

But it was too late and everything happened to fast. The horse jumped and Bonnie slipped off, Scarlett and Rhett yelled at the same time, and a horrible sound of splitting wood rang across the air.

Rhett was reaching her daughter without noticing Scarlett had fainted.

"Darling, darling wake up," Melanie's voice woke up Scarlett. She, remembering Bonnie's fall, sat immediately looking around. She was in her bedroom, probably Rhett had taken her up there. She turned to Melanie and frowned when she noticed her black mourning dress and her expression of deep sadness... No. She felt as the air had been kicked out of her.

"Hurry darling," Melanie said, "we mustn't be late."

Late for what? Scarlett wondered but she honestly didn't care, she needed to know where Bonnie was and how was she before going anywhere.

She rose from the bed, noticing she didn't feel any pain and walked to Melanie who opened the door.

"Melly, how's Bonnie? Is she all right? Where's Rhett?"

Melanie stared at her, sadness taking over her features and she took Scarlett's hand.

"My poor darling, don't worry, I'm here, we'll be through all this," she told Scarlett kindly.

"What are you talking about?" she asked without understanding.

"The people is already downstairs we must be heading to—"

"Where? Melly where is Bonnie?" Scarlett snapped exasperated a bad feeling was spreading on her chest, suffocating her.

"Darling, today is the funeral," Melly responded softly and Scarlett stared at her without processing her words. Her brain just stopped, it was frozen like her, and suddenly Melly's words down on her… funeral…. What other funeral could be if it was not Bonnie's? Nobody else had gotten hurt or sick, and Melly refused to tell her where she was… suddenly she couldn't breathe.

"No…," she couldn't breathe, she was chocking and Melanie tried to hold her but she pushed. No her little girl, no Bonnie too, it couldn't be.

"Scarlett—"

"No! It can't be, no!" she yelled starting to cry, wanting to throw every object in the room at Melly for say those horrible words.

"Darling—"

Scarlett was crying hard now and her knees gave in, she fell to the carpet covering her hands. Her daughter, her little Bonnie was dead; dead before she could try to be a better mother, dead before she could tell how really sorry se was for neglecting her and how much he loved, dead before she made her daughter felt as she had wanted to have her….

"I hadn't the chance to… no, no…," Scarlett was sobbing incoherently in the floor and Melly dragged her to her feet softly. She didn't wonder how, she wouldn't wonder about anything else, life has lost sense.

"I know how you're feeling darling, come on," Melly told her softly dragged her out of the room and she let them because she needed Rhett. She needed him badly, she needed him to hold her and tell her everything would be fine somehow, she needed him to yell at him, to hit him, trying to pass him some of the pain she was feeling because she couldn't take it.

The ride on the carriage was so fast that when she looked up they were already in the cemetery.

"I can't do this Melly," Scarlett said watching the people in black passing their carriage. She couldn't bury her daughter, she just couldn't… and where was Rhett?

"Think of Rhett darling, he would be like you to be strong," Melly told her kindly but firmly holding her arm and pulling her.

Scarlett frowned as she climbed down, thinking about Melly's words.

"Would like to? Where's Rhett? Why is not here with me to bury our daughter?" she snapped sharply when she noticed Rhett was nowhere around as they walked. Something was off, Scarlett realized even if she felt broken. There were many people she didn't know and was sure Bonnie hadn't met before... had they know her in Charleston when Rhett took her? Even so, what they were doing here? She didn't believe they could love her daughter so much to come. She heard a deep draw and turned expecting to see Rhett but she met a man looking a little like her husband; he must be Ross, Rhett's bother… and maybe that woman next to him was Rosemary, or his wife... She turned and the saw of someone shook her core with anger. How could that cad allow her to come? Belle was all dress in black crying her heart out. Scarlett glared at her as many of the presents. How could her husband be so shameless to invite his mistress to their daughter's funeral? She felt heartbroken and betrayed, so really Belle was more important to Rhett than her.

"Melly, I can't do this, I can't bury my daughter," she told Melanie trying to freed her arm and Melanie frowned looking at her with alarm and pity.

"Scarlett, Bonnie died four years ago…," she told her softly and Scarlett stepped back.

"What? No, no…," she couldn't breathe again and felt the floor breaking down. Four years…? Her daughter has been dead for four years? But then….

"I thought you were better about that…," Melanie commented her and Scarlett never hated her more than in that moment.

"Better? My daughter is… not, not, it's impossible! Where's Rhett, Melly?!" she yelled dragging attention but she didn't care, there was something wrong. Bonnie wasn't dead, she couldn't be, and less she couldn't be dead since four years ago, she has just fallen from the damn horse.

"Oh darling," Melanie tried to old her but she stepped back out of her reach, she turned around and her eyes met the grave stone which was closer than she thought; she was at the edge of the grave hole. She looked up and read the inscription.

Rhett Kingsley Butler.

Beloved husband and son.

1828-1877

Scarlett stared at the gravestone which was shining shamelessly under the sun, mocking of her.

No, it wasn't true. It couldn't… it was impossible.

"No, no—!"

"Darling," Melanie tried to hold her but she freed herself from her arms, falling to the ground. No, he couldn't…, not Rhett, this was a bad joke. That was it, Rhett that cad, always with his cruel jokes. Surely she would come out laughing of her tears, of her weakness and need for her…. But no, the coffin suspended over the grave had flowers as well and his name on a band. Rhett was dead….

As Meanie held her she let out a horrible bloodcurdling cry. No, no Rhett, not him…, why couldn't be she dead instead of her husband and girl.

"Darling everyone's watching," Melanie whispered but those words had no sense, nothing had sense and wouldn't have it never more. Rhett was dead, her best friend, the only person who could make her feel well and furious in one second, the person who had taken them out of Atlanta that night at risk of his own life and she remembered that morning when Bonnie felt. 'I love you, Scarlett, he had told her. 'I've always loved you, but you've never given me a chance to show it,' no she thought, she never did. She was too worried loving Ashley… and they hit her, she didn't love him, she thought pathetically, why he could be the one being buried and she wouldn't feel the same broken that now. She had confused her friendship with Ashley for love, and her love for Rhett for friendship. She loved Rhett, she realized, she loved him and now it was too late. She would never heard him laugh, she would never saw him smile or play with Bonnie, how his eyes sparkled when he looked at Bonnie, with so much love, she had been jealous of her without knowing why and now she did, it was because Rhett paid more attention to their daughter than he, it was because she wanted him to love her as much as she loved Bonnie.

She had everything once, she realized. She remembered how sweet and attentive was Rhett at the beginning of their marriage, always pleasing her, doing everything for her, giving her the moon and the stars on a silver plate and she just pushed him away. Stupidly, she pushed him away until he turned cold and sadistic; she pushed him out of her bedroom, out of her life and now it was too late. Too late to say she was sorry, too late to say I love you too….

"Mrs. O'Hara?" A harsh voice interrupted her mourning and she turned to see a young woman all dressed in black and a long black net. She wouldn't have bothered to turn but it was the name what dragged her attention. How dare she whoever she was? Didn't she now she was a Butler, and it was his husband who was lying there?

"It's Butler," Scarlett snapped coldly and the girl glowered at her.

"I am Mrs. Butler, for umpteenth time!" the woman snapped at Scarlett furiously. "What are you doing here?"

Scarlett frowned. She, Mrs. Butler? Was she was drunk?

"So nice Scarlett, doing another scene on my husband's funeral," the girl snapped glaring at her with pure hate. Scarlett wanted so badly to slap her.

"He's not your husband, he's mine," she shot back, closing her hands in fist. As she kept talking... how she dared to say Rhett was her husband? And why nobody seemed to help her? It was her husband there, for Christ sakes.

"Please, he hadn't been your husband for four years, since he divorced you. Or don't you remember? He didn't want to see you anymore," the girl told her ruthlessly and Scarlett stepped back shaking her head, this couldn't be true.

"No, he… he loved me," she responded angrily.

"He hated you, after all you did how could he do different? And now it's dead… because of you!"

"No, he's not, he's not…," she turned to see Melly, hoping for her to say that woman was wrong, Rhett was dead because of her, Rhett hadn't left her and divorced and married that crazy woman... but one look at Melly's face confirmed everything and she felt he heat breaking once more.

"NOOOO, NOOOO RHEEET, NOOOO! HE LOVED ME, MELLY, TELL HER!" but Melly just stared at her. "I LOVE HIM, I DO, I LOVE, RHETT!"

"It's too late Scarlett—"

"NO, NOOO! RHEEEETT! RHEEEEETT!"

...

Scarlett opened her eyes and found herself tangled in her sheets with sweat pearling her forehead and tears rolling down her cheeks.

For a moment she didn't recognize where she was or what was happening, she was just crying he heart out, calling Rhett and Bonnie's name, but the she recognized the canopy of her bed, the silk curtains hanging on the sides, the bedside tables... she was in her room and she was wearing still her furry wrapper; nothing of that had been real.

"It was just a dream. Thanks God, it was just a dream," Scarlett whispered, closing her eyes and letting her tears fell. Rhett was fine, was alive and wanting to start a new life with her, he loved her... her heart leaped again and now she understood why. She loved him. She loved him too, she didn't want Ashley not anymore, and this time they will have a chance to be happy. They would again from that city full of sad terrible memories, they would start a fresh; maybe they could even have another baby….

She could almost laugh out of happiness; there was nothing she needed beside Bonnie and Rhett. And then she remembered Bonnie has felt… her happiness died as she thought of all sort of things that could have happen to her daughter. What if she…? No, she jumped out of bed, taking off the stuffy furry wrapper, tossing it aside and running to the door despite the hurt in her torso. She didn't care one bit, she just wanted to see he baby girl and her husband.

"Miss Scarlett?" She found Mammy coming out of Bonnie's room. The black woman frowned. "You shouldn't be up, Miss Scarlett, you're not all right."

"How is Bonnie, Mammy?" Scarlett asked ignoring the scolding. Mammy's face felt and she felt her heart racing, he legs wanting to break down.

"She's injured pretty bad, Miss Scarlett. She's in her bed, Mister Rhett is with her."

Mammy's words were the most beautiful thing she had ever heard. Bonnie was alive, she was alive… she was injured but she and Rhett will take care of her and she will be fine, her family was intact.

She didn't mind to respond Mammy and rushed to the room, anxious to see Bonnie and Rhett.

So the next chapter it's going to be super super fluffy lovey-dovey, hahaha okay, maybe not that much. Please let me know what do you think.