"Your eyes keep things well hidden, just a hint of what you're holding inside. And the first day that I met you, I consider the first day of my life. Thanks to you now I know all my dreams can come true." - Warrent's "Blind Faith"

It had been two months since the whole incident. Nick and Sara both entered therapy to help them through the trauma of losing the child. They had grown closer, yet seemed to be drifting apart. During the two months, they had not once been intimate with one another nor did they go out to have fun with each other.

Nick noticed that Sara wasn't gaining any weight still. After the miscarriage, she had become so depressed. He could only do so much to make her feel better. He literally felt emotionally drained.

Sara felt so worthless after everything happened. She knew that Nick had been trying so hard to make her feel better, but she couldn't let the idea of her being a murderer escape her mind. That's what she felt like at least. Her stupidity had killed something that was a part of her and Nick. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't forgive herself. She wanted so much to be with Nick again. They were together, but they weren't. She didn't know what to do about the whole situation...and she still hadn't stopped her little habit.

Today was his and Sara's birthday. Nick was doing everything in his power to make it perfect. He wanted this night to be their 'connection' night. He had his mother take Sara to her weekly meeting a support group where other girls with eating disorders discussed their problems, while he went out and got the ingredients for the perfect evening. He went out and purchased strawberry wine and picked up a beautiful dark green satin nightgown for one of Sara's birthday presents. Once he got home, he turned down all the lights and lit a few candles in the bedroom.

"I'm home!" yelled Sara. She looked around, confused by the darkness. "Nick, are you home?" There was no answer. "Well, happy birthday to me," she mumbled, a bit disappointed by Nick's absence.

Nick crept up behind her. "Boo!" he half whispered.

Sara gasped and spun around. "Nick! You scared me silly." She immediately embraced him, realizing how much she missed his comfort. It had been forever since they had spent 'alone' time with one another. She hadn't felt comfortable. She didn't know why, but the thought of being intimate with him scared her. What if she got pregnant again? Then she'd get fat, then she'd...she didn't want to think about that. All she could think about at the moment was how wonderful it felt to be in his arms again. She stepped back, noticing he was wearing white silk pajama pants. "Do we have something planned?" she asked with a slight grin.

"Maybe," he smirked. He was happy that she seemed comfortable with the plan. He had wanted so much to be with her again, to have her open up to him again. He didn't want to lose their closeness. It scared him to think that. He moved closer to her, holding her face in his hands. He leaned down and gave her a passionate kiss. "Does it bother you that I planned this?"

"No, I think I'm ready. I'm sorry for..."

"Shh, don't apologize." He leaned down for another kiss. "Happy birthday," he whispered.

"Same to you," she smiled. "There's a problem though. I didn't get you anything."

"Yea you did. I have you. That's all I want." With that, he picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. He laid her on the bed, climbing on top of her, and began kissing her. "I got you something." He got up and grabbed the box. "Here, open it!" he said excitedly.

"Nicky, you shouldn't have."

"Just open it."

Sara carefully unwrapped the box and opened it, shocked by what she saw. "You picked this out?"

"Uh huh! Not bad for my first time of shoppin' for kinky things, huh?" His grin was big.

"I'd say you did a pretty good job, Mr. Carter," she smiled. She still felt self-conscience about wearing something that skimpy since she was still so skinny. She knew she looked awful, but she wasn't able to stop making herself sick. It was an addiction.

Her uneasiness showed on her face. "Sara, I'm gonna think you're beautiful no matter what."

He sounded so sincere. Her heart melted all over again. "Okay, I'll go try it on." She quickly ran to the bathroom and changed.

Nick sat on the bed and just thought. He knew why she hesitated. He knew that she looked like a skeleton. He was the only person Sara even allowed to see her without clothes on. He only hoped that they were able to make it through this. He'd kill himself trying to make this work. As she stepped out of the bathroom, he wanted to cry. She was still his beautiful angel, but she was so sick.

She sat down next to him, not noticing his shock. "How do I look?"

He swallowed hard. "You look radiant," he whispered. They lay next to one another, Nick softly caressing her skin. He began to softly sing a tune that he felt expressed his emotions perfectly. "Open up your heart to me, and say what's on your mind. I know that we have been through so much pain, but I still need you in my life this time. I need you tonight. I need you right now, and I know deep within my heart it doesn't matter if it's wrong or right, 'cause I see heaven in your eyes."

Sara felt her eyes water. He was in so much pain right now because of her. She had to stop what she was doing. She had to quit this addiction before she killed herself. "I love you Nickolas," she whispered before giving him a kiss.