Morpheus's Mortal

Champange Bubbles

"Come on, we haven't got much time." Mason takes my hand in his, sending chills through my body. We already managed to sneak past Dad, but we moved so fast, I didn't get a chance to see what Alex looked like.

"Where are you taking me?" I tilt my head. We are in the gardens and the smell of roses hits me like a wave.

"We're are almost there." He assures me.

He leads us through thick grass and then we stop at an entrance of a maze. It seems to give off a soft glow, like that champagne room. The walls are a brilliant green, from what I can tell in the dark, and multiple roses weave through the branches. We enter it and Mason quickens his pace till we reach get to an intersection of it. He signals for us to go right. When we finally reached our destination, I couldn't help myself get giddy from excitement.

"Oh Mason, it's beautiful."

"I'm glad you like it. It took a lot of preparation, but it's worth it." He beams, pleased with his work.

A soft red blanket is laid out, along with bright candles, several different types of chocolates, strawberries, and champagne. Behind us is an assortment of different flowers, all of them giving off a beautiful scent, which blend into a perfect fragrance. The crickets chirp in perfect harmony and it feels right,

"You didn't have to do this."

He lightly squeezes my hand,"I wanted to. When you told me about leaving, I wasn't the most supported person. I'm sorry. You mean a lot to me and I never wanted to hurt you. I love you."

"I love you too. You're my best friend and basically my brother." I use my free hand and gesture over to blanket,"Shall we?"

He smiles and walks us over to the set up. We sit down and he pulls out two glasses. We kinda lost the other ones he took from the waiter earlier. While Mason pours the champagne, I look up towards the sky. It a bright, brilliant moon tonight. It has a yellow tint to it, almost like a sun. It casts down a perfect light that is similar to that champagne room. Is that the theme for tonight or something? Champagne?

"Cass, I am so sorry for everything. I can't even believe I laid a finger on you."

"Listen, it's ok. I forgave you a long time ago and it wasn't you that slapped me, it was depression, alchohol, anger, and denial that hurt me."

He reaches out his arms and pulls me into a hug, resting his chin on top of my head. I snuggle my head against his chest and breathe in his scent of fabric softener and a hint of chlorine. I close my eyes and a smile is spread across my face. We talked for a bit but mostly just relaxed in each other's arms.

I don't know how long we stayed like this, but long enough for someone to find us.

I heard a male man shouting my name. I choose to ignore it until I heard Milly's panicked voice cry out. She must be worried sick. I break away from from Mason's long embrace and started rushing towards her voice. "It's ok, Milly!" I shout, while gasping for air. I am so out of shape, actually I was never in shape to begin with. Milly's voice gets louder and Mason seems to be really far behind me. I finally see her and run into her arms, almost tackling her. We regain our balance and she lets me go. "I'm sorry. I should have told you where we were going, Milly."

"It's just that ever since W-Wendy," she looks down. I pull her in for a hug and her head burrows in my hair. "We have company," she says after about two minutes of silence.
I slowly pull away from her and scan our surroundings. A male man, about my age, with dark, curly hair and I think brown eyes. It's hard to tell in the dark, but I already know who it is. "Um. Hello, Alex."

Mason's POV

It took us a little while to get to our destination, but when we did, Cass's face was priceless. She wasn't one to get excited over mushy dinners, or extravagant parties. She was simple and pure and I love that.

She is so much like Wendy. The way she pushes her hair all to one side to feel mor comfortable. The way her eyes light up when she does get excited. All things Wendy would sometimes do. I'm ashamed of the fact that I hit her. I can't even express how much I want to go back and change that. She tries to say that it wasn't me that did that, but it was. I should have no excuse to hit her.

We drank the champagne and Cass devoured the chocolate and her next victim was going to be the strawberries. She forgave me and I pulled her into a hug. It felt right and calm. She told me that in Paris, she constantly was eating raspberries tarts. She said that there was a bakery on every corner there, so the tarts became her favorite pastry. I have to make sure I remember that. I might surprise her with a box tomorrow.

After that it was silent between us. She closed her eyes and relaxed in my arms. I beamed and slowly pushed a few stray hairs away from her face. I didn't want this moment to end, but it did. She broke free of my arms and ran towards the voices that were calling her name. I sighed and slowly followed my best friend. That's when I remembered. Her fiancé, Alex.....