The past can make a future.

chapter 4

It has been a few days since they were able see each other, Michael had work and she knew that so she wasn't able to be angry at him. Although, she was worried because her time there was running short, she had about a month to make sure that he did in fact stop what he was doing, to make sure that she saved his life.
Michael had actually stopped himself a few times from taking them, even though he had a somewhat fitful night, he didn't take them. He'd think of how disappointed her husband would be, and how taking them caused his passing so that was when he refused them. He often thought of her, the way that she was and the way she smiled. He wanted to see her again but he was busy with so many things and he couldnt get away. So, he set a day that he would call her and set up a time and place with her.
She was extremely happy when she heard his voice over the phone and was much happier when he asked if she wanted to have dinner with him at Neverland Ranch. Of course she said yes, after they both hung up they both went to their closets to decide what to wear. She pulled out a pair of blue faded jeans and a blue to white, belly shirt. She put her hair in a braid, then put on light lip gloss and through on some blue strap high heels. Then she got in her car and began the drive there.
He had offered a ride, but she kindly refused and said that she would drive there herself.
He chose a red button up and black slacks, along with black shoes. He pulled his hair back and then, waited in the library.
She arrived at his house, was let in and told where to find Michael. When she walked into the library, she found him with a pair of reading glasses and a book, it looked to be poetry but she couldnt tell. She leaned against the door frame with her arms crossed and watched for a few minutes, she was lost in a memory of her and him in the future.
~Memory~
Michael was lost in a book so he didnt notice the beautiful girl walking into the room. She was one of his best friends at the time, but he still thought she was breathtaking. She found herself falling in love with him, and his love for books wasnt helping. She was a very big book nerd. Give her a book and she wouldn't be found for a long time, because she would be curled up somewhere reading. He loved that about her, and loved when she would come to him heart broken over the ending of another book.
When she walked into the room, she noticed the glasses in his nose and the very relaxed position he was in. She took this chance to spend some real alone time with him. She came around his chair and sat right in his lap. He slowly looked over at her and stared for a moment trying to decide what to do.
"What are you doing?"
"Im sitting on you."
"Yes, i realize that...I mean why are you sitting on me?"
"Should have said that in the first place. I was wondering if you would read to me.."
"Really?"
"Yes. I hear you sing and we talk a lot but i want to hear you read to me. And seeing as how you are reading poetry, I figured, why not? Please?"
"Okay, fine. Just lets get a little more comfortable. That long couch seems perfect. Come on."
They got up and moved over to the couch and then he laid down and signaled for her to lay down too. She laid down next to him and snuggled into his warmth. Once they were settled he began reading the poems to her.
" i called you because i could not stand alone
looking north to that skyline-
tree globed with its yellow apples
balancing like a fountain of planets
in the bright light and the blue air.
And because on the way there
I looked at a smooth cirque
the brook had worn in a stone;
and nothing as soft as water
could, by taking care
have so pestled and polished
that granite mortar; only
by a thousand years of indifference,
of aiming elsewhere.
I wish we might do- or no,
look back and find we had done -
some un-advertised thing,
overwhelming and un-self-aware
as water streamlining a stone, or a trees kindling
in an empty meadow
its casual Hesperides."
She found herself falling asleep smiling softly at the serenity she found in listening to him read poetry. The last poem she heard before she fell asleep, was one that she liked very much.
"Deep as the Rose is Red
Ill give you my heart; Ill open it up,
Will you listen to its still small voice?
For soft and quiet my heart will speak
To the one I'll call my wife.
Did you hear it dear? Did you listen well?
Do you understand what it said?
For deep is the love it speaks to you
Deep as the rose is red.
So, take my heart and treat it well
And forever in this life,
Come walk with me, your hand in mine,
The one I'll call my wife."
The thing is though, Is that that particular poem wasnt in the book he was reading to her...
~End of Memory~
She was brought out of her memory by Michael calling for her.
"Huh? what?"
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Your crying.."
"Oh! Im sorry."
She quickly wiped her eyes and took a deep breath.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, just a memory of my husband and i came up, sorry."
"Its alright............Are you hungry?"
"Yes, actually."
He gave a wide smile and led the way.