Nepeta looked up at the sky, hearing a door slam somewhere in the distance as she sighed, hugging her jacket closer around her. "Nepeta?" She looked up at the sound of the voice, mind flashing to Equius as the other walked over, wrapping his arms around her waist. "What are you doing out here so late at night? You should come to be and sleep with me."
Nepeta twisted out of his grasp, shaking her head slowly. "I want to stay out for a bit longer. I've been thinking about my old Moirail. You wouldn't know him."
"That's because you never talk about him." He sighed, resting a hand on his cheek. "But you're right, I've never met him. But he's dead. And I can't know about him unless you tell me about him."
"Maybe one day..." Nepeta trailed off, shaking her head.
The man sighed, resting his chin on Nepeta's shoulder. "I'll let you have your time to grieve...but one day soon you'll have to give up your past moirail. How many others died that day?"
"Seven," Nepeta said quietly. "Out of twelve of us. Five of us that still live...but I haven't heard from the others in so long."
"Maybe it's time to contact them. It seems like you need to talk to someone about the past. I remember when we first met..."
Nepeta broke away, taking a stop back from him. "This is the last word I want to hear on this." She snapped, turning and going to bed.
The man watched her, letting out a sigh. "Good night Nep," he whispered before looking away.
Nepeta sat down on the bed, looking over the house before resting her head in her hands and sighing. "I'm sorry Equius, I seemed to have failed. You said I should move on with my life...and I have...but I still miss you."
She laid down, curling up on the bed quietly. She finally fell asleep, hearing a door open before she fell asleep, dreaming of the past...and the dreams filtering through. The man sat next to his wife, watching her sleep as he rested a hand on her cheek sadly.
"I wish you would talk to me. So much about your past before I met you...so much about the ones that died...I have so many questions and you close me off. One day you will relive your past, but when?" He sighed, leaning down and kissing her hair. "I love you...but I would also love it if you would talk to me as well..."
Nepeta shifted, clutching the blanket to her chest as she mumbled in her sleep. The man looked down, stroking her hair slowly. "I'll be here. I'll stay with you. I don't mind your secrets. They make you interesting in fact. I just wish you wouldn't let the depression hurt you so much. You seem to like hiding behind your facades. I know you are happy...but it's deep down that you are truly happy. Sleep well." He whispered quietly.