Visions of Fate

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE - SEEKING ANSWERS

"The movies was amazing," I said to Ethan, maybe with a bit overenthusiasm. But how could I help it? Last night was so fun, I actually dreamt about it, reliving the excitement for a second time that night. "Did you know the Cinema's projector screen is actually much bigger and brighter in real life than in the movies?"

"Really? I had no idea."

Ethan's tone dripped with sarcasm, but I brushed it off to finish my story. "I felt so jittery throughout the movie, and I actually think mine was the loudest laugh during funny scenes, but I didn't care, Ethan, I didn't. For once since I started going out I didn't care what anyone thought about me. Last night could literally be classified as the best night of my life."

"Really?" Ethan adjusted himself on my couch, looking hurt. "Not the wonderful movie nights we've had, or the irreplaceable memories we've had together? That was the best night of your life?"

"Oh my beautiful Ethan," I reached out to brush a soft strand of hair from his face, using that opportunity to steal a kiss on his lips. "When will you ever learn that when I talk about all these things, I'm obviously excluding what we have together? The times we share together is the best memory I'll have now and for the rest of my life."

Ethan didn't look too convinced, but he let the matter drop so I leaned back into the feathery pillow. "Anyways," I started, knowing as much as I wanted to revel in the blissful memories of last night, there laid a task in front of me that I had to complete. "I had another vision."

"When?" Ethan looked calmly confused.

"After school on Friday. I was in front of this creepy house with an unearthly looking gate. This whole thing began to get really weird. So I rummaged through my granny's box, searching for anything at all that could give me a clue as to what I was supposed to do. I came across the paper with the weird stars symbols and upon further inspection, I concluded that it might be a map. What if it leads to a person that could actually help me out? Maybe that was why my granny had me keep the items, don't you think?" I asked, trying to forget how I had been turned down the last time I brought up this topic.

Ethan's eyes danced, deepened by his furrowed brow, making him look like he was mentally completing a puzzle. "What if," he started, though he eyes weren't on me. He still tried to complete that puzzle as he talked. "What if that vision you had wasn't just an ordinary building? What if it's the house you're supposed to find that can somehow lead to finding your answers?"

I contemplated on that for a moment. I mean he could be right, that was the only thing that made sense here. It didn't stop it from being too complicated to be true, though. "That house didn't look like it was in this town, though. How do you know my vision is right about this?"

"Because I trust you," Ethan placed a warm hand on my naked thigh, and that warmth stung my skin, tracing it's way up to my cheek. "And because we need to get to the root of all these as soon as possible."

"How are we supposed to find the house then?" I asked. "I don't suppose you've seen a creepy, old building with an unearthly gate, have you?"

"No I haven't," he replied. "But you said it yourself, we already have a map of our own." I knotted my brows. Was he actually saying what I think he was saying? "We're going to follow the stars tonight, baby."

I beamed at him. God, I loved it when he got this passionate. That, with his brilliance worked hand in hand to make him the perfect person he was. But there was only one problem I had with his plan. "What would we tell my Mom?"

"Let's just say," he traced his tongue on the edge of his teeth. "We'll be going stargazing."

His blue eyes pierced into mine, spilling a giggle out of me. It'd been so long since I felt this free, so relaxed as to freely laugh or move or comment without feeling uneasy or cautious. How I relished the taste of this freedom was a story I lived to tell.

Then, a sudden thought hit me, making my stomach drop to its pit in guilt. "What about your dad?" I asked. "How is he doing?" I felt so bad for bringing up that topic now, making me feel like a trashy girlfriend. Whenever I had a problem or anything to talk about at all, Ethan was the first person I always ran to. Yet he went through so much, a lot more than me, and he never once whined about it. My heart constricted, being suffocated by guilt as Ethan replied.

"He's much better, actually. He was able to gain consciousness without harming his memory. Doctor says if his health progresses like this, he'd be out of the hospital in no time."

"That's great, Ethan," I squeezed his hand resting on top my thigh. "I'm sure your mom took that news well."

"She was excited, alright. Though it doesn't make any difference, seeing as she spends most of her time in the hospital nowadays."

"They remind me of us," I cooed. "Maybe this is how our children will think about us twenty years from now."

"Emily Taylor Walker," he said, addressing me by my full name. "Remind me to take you out on a date if this night goes well enough to bring us back alive."

I chuckled, blissfully. "I will, my love."

If this night goes well.