The Full Moon (On hold)

Chapter 4- Traits of shadows

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Chapter 4- traits of shadows

As if by an electric shock, changed my thinking as a world.
"Michael!!" I throw myself forward and feel how his arms, put soft against my back. That my knees get to meet the ground with a quick bang, I don't care about. I agree about him in a firm grip and let my eyes closed while I drill into my head in his shoulder. The rich but strong odor of hair is all that I need for the proof of my question. It is not a dream .. it's true. He's alive..
The strength that was in me before, run as fast as a wind gust of and I can't do anything more than to let it out when I open my eyes. It feels as if someone has opened a door for me. Suddenly, I can feel how everything is released.
The disturbing truth that first struck me with amazement. The fear that embraced and almost paralyzed me when I went out on the run. The thoughts that couldn't be still, and always worked was that I had seen. Anxiety and not to mention the fear that I could feel in every step that I took.
All this, just all this will now up to me. I knew that I had been afraid, but you could get so much emotion in just a few seconds that you have had in itself, it should be impossible. But no, apparently not for me..

"Shhh... Hey, take it easy... Jen shhh, it's okay", I hear Michael say while he strokes his hand in my hair. I feel that I almost jerk when I hear his voice. Something is not as it should be ...the tons that rested in Michael's voice was quiet whistle, but I discovered that there was something else with. Concerns.. I turn on my eyes and find it when I move my hand. I shake like an earthquake!
"Michael?" i start. The steady grip available on my back will slowly disappear. I look forward and meet his gaze. He smiles at me and one hand still on my shoulder. He stretches out his hand and fix a hair that has fallen down in front of my eye and respond.
"It's the shock that flower in you, it will be alright" I blink and feel a tear running down from me. Michael comforted me by patting my arm. The heat mixed with kindness which he transmits to me, is too much. I sob before I lay my weary head at one of his breasts. My eyes are closed, but I can feel how he lowers his head and put one arm around me.

"Easy.. it's okay now... shhh, I'm here with you... it's over..." Without that I really want so I feel a smile growing. I am very sure that he is under the influence of everything that has happened.
Poor Michael.. entrusted that I can feel the satisfaction that he is of me, so I can figure out pretty quickly that he was worried. Yet there he was here to comfort me .. I breathe in some new breath. "How? .." My voice is almost set sweeps in tears, but I still manage to continue.
"How can you know that?" I asked, turning my head up to get answers. I feel how he sighs before he says.
"There are certain things you can't know when or how it happens, even if it is in something good or bad." I notice that his eyes disappear away for a while, as if he ransacked an old memory. He turns his gaze that I can very quickly by reading the rest a concern, as I have not seen in him before. "I'm afraid I can't give you the answer you want"

"What?" I sit up and look questioningly and nearly upset him. Where does he mean by not being able to tell it like it is?
"Where do you mean..? "I asked pitifully. He has his eyes on me, but I get no response. My confusion takes a clearer grip on me. Michael has never had a problem tell me something before... I examine his face in a hope to see something positive, but finds nothing. He bites his lip and looks away with his eyes and that's when I see it.
He is afraid... almost on the verge of sadness... I almost feel how I pull in the jaw. For all those times that I have seen Michael in a bad mood so it has always been over something small or fatigue that even I can get sometimes. But this... I've never seen him in this sense the position and not to speak about this much emotion that seems to be compounding.
The indignant feeling that existed in me, disappearing so fast that I find it hard to believe or know if it ever was there first.

Very gently creeping myself closer with his eyes rested on him. I can hear how thin his breath has become and just look at his eyes to his face that his thoughts are very far away from me. I swallow before I take courage.
"Michael...?" My question is almost like a blast, I did not notice the bow words were said how worried my voice easily. I reach up and put my hand on his resting on her lap. I hear one bark up father through me when I come in contact with his consciousness. Two different options are available, either, so I can exhale and get at least a little explanation of where that precede or so I get to meet a heavy and tense atmosphere. Gaze as Michael gives me when he knows of me hand is not upset, cold or grief, for that matter, only a weak dose of fatigue. I suspect that there must be something that he is very close, or maybe if I had to correct me. I grab with both my hands on his before I see softly into his eyes.
"Michael.. you know very well that you can not fool me." He shoots down his eyes a little and get me to increase the power of your voice.
"I can see that there is something in your mind... Please tell me .. "I stress lightly my hand along his. The weak soft heat go light through the palm of my hand and make me feel strength.