Yours, Eternally(2015 Revision)

Chapter Twenty-Three

The stars dissipated as I stirred from my sleep and awakened from my dream state happier and more refreshed than I'd remembered. A serene, peaceful feeling washed over me. That was, before the smile I had faded into a scowl from the crawling sensation on my face. I really hoped it was a piece of stray hair and not a spider or other creepy crawler. I raised my hand top my face to rub away the annoying itch and a single blade of grass, about two inches long, landed softly on my bedspread. That green blade of grass was what encouraged me to put any doubt to rest at that moment. 

Later in the day, I drove into town, determined to speak to Abigail, though it was weeks since our first meeting. I parked my Acura right in the designated parking spot right in front of her shop. The door opened and I was greeted by my elderly friend.

“I've been waiting for you. I see we have things to discuss.”

Even though I knew she was psychic, I was still taken back by her ability. “You should stop listening in.” I smiled.

“You should open your mind.” Abigail challenged.

“Touche.” I said as I followed her into the shop.

Abigail locked the door behind her and lead me into the back part of the shop that turned into her living quarters. There was a small table set up, all ready with two steaming cups of tea. Abigail motioned for me to sit in one of her floral patterned sofas, and as I did so, I looked around her charming little home.

“So, it seems that you have learned of some things, Addison. Are you willing to surrender?”

“I'm ready. Last night was pretty intense, but I still slightly feel the need for something to happen while I'm awake.”

“Dear, sweet girl, when will you understand? Abigail held out her hand across the table. “Take my hand child and watch.“ I place my hands in her small, soft hands and Abigail closed her eyes and zoned out in meditation, chanting in a low voice.

The room around us became indistinguishable as a familiar glowing light entered behind Abigail. I could see the outline of a figure appear, almost exact to the one I saw when I passed out months ago in New Hope. This was it, I was sure of it. A familiar scent of rain shower filled the air as the as the light cleared and Matt, in his translucent form, was standing in the room with us.

I gasped as I realized that this was, in fact, the being I saw. This was what I envisioned. My heart skittered as I was taken in by Matt's entrance and hypnotic beauty; he was just as breathtaking as the day I first saw him. Now, I was absolutely positive that this was happening, I just needed this little bit more proof.

“It's been you all this time,” I said to him. “My dreams, they were premonitions, even before I knew you.”

Matt nodded as Abigail said “yes”

Matt spoke up. “I learned of all this aftermy...unfortunate event. There is a whole other world beside this physical one, I was able to show you a small part of it, a good part, but there is some not so great stuff there either.”

“It was extraordinary, Matt. Thank you.”

“It will never compete with being here with you again.”

Still elated from my discovery, I grinned wide at Abigail. “And thank you, too. This was the push I needed.” I looked back at Matt. “I really miss you.”

“I miss you, too.”

Abigail cut into our love fest. “You two, you need to talk about the matter at hand. You can play catch up another time.” Abigail said, sounding weakened by her summoning Matt.

“Sorry, Abigail,” Matt and I said, feeling selfish.

He glided over to my side and rand his hand over my cheek “Addison, what I was showing you is how this happened. You know who it is. Remember the night in the rain. What we had talked about?”

I closed my eyes and thought long and hard for a minute How could she have gone to this extreme? My eyes popped wide and I stared at Matt.

“Yes, Addison, you are right. She killed me.” He said. 

“Lydia took me from you.”

Abigail physically couldn't keep this up any longer, and broke the connection with Matt when she looked into my eyes. Matt's image began to fade. “I love you.” His voice carried through the room like a breeze.

Abigail caught her breath and took a sip of her tea. She swallowed hard and looked as if she was recovered from the seance. “Well, Miss Addison, it looks like you have a job to do.”