Disclaimer: I don't own Evita

Eva sat in her bedroom. Ever since Juan had died it was so lonely. He had been the love of her life. She knew she would never love again. Tears filled her eyes and she angrily wiped them away. There would be no more good times. There would be no more dances or laughter. Those days were gone.

She could hear noises coming from outside her window. She didn't care. What was the point of anything anymore. She was hurting so bad that she didn't even want to get out of bed. Juan wouldn't have wanted her to be suffering like this. He would want her to live her life until they met again. He would want her to stay strong. He was her strength.

How could she go on without him? How could she ever be happy again? She would never forget the day they met. She would never forget how happy he made her. She would never forget his last words to her.

"We will meet again darling. I love you"
After that, he drew his last breath.

She watched him sink into oblivion. At that point she didn't feel the pain. She was numb. She was in denial. He couldn't be dead. He was probably just asleep. He would wake up any minute.

He obviously didn't wake up. Eva knew he was gone. The cancer had eaten him from the inside out. It wasn't Juan anymore. Even a couple of months before he died he didn't have the strength to get out of bed. He couldn't even feed himself. Eva knew she should be grateful his pain was over, but her pain was just beginning. She felt her heart break over and over again.

Eva was exhausted. She sank into a deep sleep. She loved her dreams. She would see Juan in her dreams. Suddenly she woke up.

"Eva," Juan said gently, "You were just having a bad dream."
She blinked.


"I'm right here," Juan said, gathering her in his arms.

"I dreamed you died," Eva sobbed.

"No. I was sick but I got better. You had a rough day. It must have caused you to have a bad dream. But I'm not going anywhere. I love you," he told her.

"Oh I love you too," Eva said, "I'll never argue with you again."

Juan smiled.

"Sure you will," he said, "That doesn't mean I don't love you. We're a couple. Couples argue at times."

"Can we forget about the fact that we fought," Eva asked hopefully.

"It did happen," he said, "but it doesn't matter. I love you and I know you love me."

Eva closed her eyes. She let the pain of the dream sweep over her. She let it go away slowly.

"I think," Juan said, "we need to forget about the details of the fight but we can't forget about the most important part."

"Which is what?"

"Making up," he said.
He kissed her. She kissed him back.

The next day Eva woke up. She felt so much better. She looked at Juan sleeping beside her.

"Thank you GOD," she whispered, "Thank you for saving him."

Juan woke up with a smile.

"Eva," he said.

"Oh Juan," Eva smiled, "I love you."

"I love you more," Juan said.