Northern Lights

Chapter 3: Timing Isn't Fair

I feel myself wrapped in Rome's arms as he pulls me closer to him. The sun breaks through my blinds and hits my eyes. I awakened to the embrace of my mystery boy. He is still peacefully asleep, and looks so beautiful. The way the sun hits his olive skin gives it a shimmer. His dark brown hair is covering his face, but yet it looks perfectly placed. I don't want to wake him up, because I'm scared I'll never see him again. I turn my body toward him and he pulls me into him even closer. The warmth of his body gives me comfort. Before I realize it I drift back to sleep. I begin to dream of me and the producer being back in my old apartment. I'm back to the moment I'm on the ground screaming to him I love him. With pitiful heartbroken eyes he looks down at me, tears fall from his eyes as he says "Miley what a fool you have become to believe what you are feeling is love. Who can blame you for your delusions, you were raised in them. You love the potential of who I can be. You fell in love with your own love, because you were the only one making an effort." I scream begging him to not go. Even in my dream I knew his words were true.  "Please, don't do this." I cry to him. He gives a soft smile and says, "I'm not doing anything but awakening you to the reality you have been denying. There was no saving us from the start, we were over the first time." He says as he lifts me back to my feet. His confession makes my stomach flip and every emotion begins to overtake me. He pulls me into him and hugs me one last time. I can't figure out how to breathe, because it feels as if my lungs were stripped of any air. As he begins to walk away, I find enough strength to ask him one last thing. "Why did you come back into my life if you were never planning on staying? I fixed myself after you broke me. I was fine being alone, but you started this again." I scream as I dig my nails into his arm forcing him to look at me when he answered. I was engulfed in rage at this point. "I can only give you the answers you already know. You know you are partly to blame, but you also know it isn't you fault I wasn't capable of loving you. It is wishful thinking if you believe you can get the answers you're searching for in a dream version of me. I'm your subconscious." He says  before he disappears from my dream.

When I reawaken from my nightmare, I see Rome is awake playing on his phone. He looks down at me and gives me a soft smile and says "Good morning!". He can see the uncertainty in my face, but after that dream I don't care. I just grab his face and kiss his lips and bury my face in his neck. His skin smells like brown sugar and vanilla, but in a natural way. I wrap my hands around his muscular arms. His skin is so soft to the touch, almost as soft as a baby would be. I've never met a guy who's skin is so soft. He runs his finger through my hair as he kisses my forehead. I turn my face to where I face his phone and he's looking at plane tickets. "Are you going somewhere?" I question him while half way yawning. "I'm going home in a little over a month." he says while he continues playing with my hair. Home? Isn't he home? I feel my stomach get sick again when I come to the realization, this may not be his home. "Does that mean you don't live here?" I ask without wanting to really know the answer. "No, I'm just here for a few months. I came down from Romania to be here for Mahdi's graduation. I will go back to Romania next month." He says. As those words slip from his lips they burn holes into my heart. I shouldn't feel sad, because I barely know this boy.Here I am dreaming about another guy, while starting to get hopeful about another. I'm not going to be this boy crazy girl I'm thought to be. "Well I'm glad you came down, even if it's for a short while!"I smile and re bury my face back into his neck. "Of course, what would your life be if you never met this crazy Romanian man who watches weird videos?" He says and he pulls me off of him to give me a kiss before he gets up. Truth is, I don't know what my life would have been if I never met him, but I sure am scared of what it will turn into not that I have met him. I look at the time and see its eleven in the morning and amazed at how late I slept. To be fair I didn't go to bed until seven this morning due to Rome telling me about his family and travels. I walk Rome to the door and he hugs me goodbye, but before walking away he turns back around to kiss me. It was such a sweet gesture that a brought warmth sensation throughout my body.