Soulmates & Twin Flames

27 - Dreams, Dreams

Ever since I met him, I've imagined sleeping in Roman's arms. It's supposed to be the best sleep in the universe.

I was wrong.

I found myself tangled in eerie dreams that made me toss and turn, sweat, and moan Roman's name all night.

Roman reaches across a wooden table and grabs my hand. His white shirt's sleeve has coffee splatters. I shake my head; I can't help him...

Suddenly, the table is gone, and lights twinkle around us. I'm standing on a dance floor. Roman's jaw tightens when he sees me across the room. He looks good in a tux—so good that it aches my heart.

People with ballgowns around us disappear when I turn my head to stare at our twined fingers against a yellow stone wall. Roman's gold wedding ring shines under the moonlight. The cold, grainy surface I'm up against hurts my back but I'm too busy drowning in his kisses. Guests' distant voices are mixed with a waltz. Fireworks crack above a forest and light up the night sky as if celebrating our reunion.

A golden chandelier flickers in the study we are standing in. It smells like old books and antique furniture in here. Roman's face is all red and twisted with rage. He slaps my hand away from his arm. There's a diamond ring on my finger now.

The study is gone. Roman and I are in a bedroom, and he bends me over a bed I'm sharing with someone else. He lowers my panties and caresses my hips. My heart is beating frantically. A part of me wants Roman to stop, but I can't... I've missed being one with him. I missed my other half so much.

I'm shivering in my bed.

"Roman," I moan and reach for him in need.

He tears me from his arms and rolls me over. His breath tickles my cheek. His thin lips are leaving kisses across my face.

"I'll see you soon, Abby," he says softly.

I reach forward to stop him, but my hand falls on the mattress.

"Don't go," I'm begging Roman on my knees in a parking lot. People around us are are rolling their suitcases, rushing through the gates of an airport. Roman has whites in his hair, but his frown is still the same.

"Roman..." My hand glides on the sweaty sheets. They smell heavenly.

This must be hell. Roman is screaming at me. Again. He's driving a sports car and I'm sitting next to him. We're climbing a sharp hill that leads us to his summer house—the one we've been sharing on and off for the last three years since his divorce.
"Enough!" I scream back at him. "I'm tired of fighting, Roman!"
"Then stop acting like a child!" He punches the gear and kicks the gas. The car rockets forward with a roar.
It's one of those fights that shouldn't matter. But it does. It always does. Last week, it was about the way I greeted his business partner. I made eye contact with him one second too long. Three days ago, it was my high heels. How dare I reach his height? Roman needs to be at least two inches taller than me at all times. Today, it's work. My own production company demands my attention. But Roman needs me to sit through yet another dinner with his sponsors. Because my company is small. It's so tiny that it's a joke to him.
What he doesn't understand is that my business is mine. It may not be successful. I might not have the best clients. But I built it. And it's mine.
I clutch onto the grab handle when Roman hits the brakes. We are skidding on the pebble road.
Why aren't we slowing down?
I catch a glimpse of his tense face from the corner of my eye. The car keeps gliding forward.
Roman reaches for the handbrake, and pulls it up. Hard. His jaw is clenched. His neck strained.
The tires screech. And we start spinning.
The mountain view and the sky blend together.
Holly fuck. We are spinning!
We're spinning!
"Roman!" I cry.
My head thuds against the window. My heart jumps to my throat.
Roman grasps the steering wheel. His arms stretch forward to regain control.
We are drifting toward the edge of the cliff.
"Roman!"
Can he hear me? Because I can't hear anything.
The grainy road is slipping under us... Fast.
The barrier bordering the edge tears open. Our car trembles, and our heads hurl forward with the impact.
I hold my breath.
All I see is the baby blue sky...
The tires stop touching the ground. And time stops for a split second.
This is it.
I know we're going to die. I know this is the end. My mind should be running wild right now. But it's blank. It is completely, utterly, and terrifyingly blank.
My eyes meet with Roman's caramels. He holds my hand.
And then... Our free-fall begins.
Our hearts are one and thumping together. Our fingers twine for the last time, but him and I will be twined for an eternity.
We are falling...