Halo

Ma Cherie

Diana
I stare at Adam, my jaw slack. The high I had was definitely gone now.

"That's not possible, not at all." I say slowly.

My brain is whirling trying to process this. Adam straightens his back.

"If I was like you I would agree." He says. "But it's true."

I stand up and walk to my balcony. Then I turn around with my hands running through my hair.

"If you say that you're an angel, and that you fell in love with me. Prove it." My voice wavers at the end.

Adam sighs. "I don't know how to do that. If I do, I could end up showing you too much and then..." he trails off.

I'm sick of playing games with this guy. So I push harder with my words.

"If you don't tell me or prove to me, then I'm going to tell my dad that I'm going to leave." I guess the weed really got to me.

Adam looks up at me. His eyes lock with mine. He stands up and walks to me. When Adam reaches me, he puts his hands on either side of my head.
That's when I see things.

Flashback France 1789

I'm walking in Paris. Well, not the Paris that is well known. This Paris is dirty and on the edge of revolution. I'm wearing a powder blue gown all done up for no reason. People pass me, they look at me in disgust. I walk straight forward avoiding eye contact with everyone. My heart breaks for these people and all of the struggles they have gone through. I quicken my pace to get to my destination. My father would kill me if he knew that I was out here. I finally reach my destination. A little bookshop, forgotten and sad. Hiding between a bakery and a shoemaker. I open the door to the shop and instantly the smell of paper hits my nose.

"Bonjour?" I call out into the shop.

"Salut!" the apprentice calls out as he shows up behind the counter.

I drink in his appearance. Tall, blonde hair and blue eyes. His lips are smiling showing his joy that I am here. I get lost in his eyes. Those eyes that I dream about all day.

"What can I do for you mammoiselle?" he asks me.

I blush as I remember why I am here.

"I wanted to return this book I borrowed yesterday." I say handing over the book.

"Ah! The Prince! You read fast ma cherie." he smirks.

I giggle at him. "You are silly."

"Oui, but you are beautiful." he replies as he takes the book to the shelf.

"Monsieur, do you happen to have anything from America?" I ask timidly.

Father has banned me from reading anything lately, since a revolution is coming upon France. i hate to see books go to waste. Everyone is so poor, the moanrachy is just defecit spending. My family is well off, but some nights I fear that we may be kicked out of our own home.

"Oui, we have Paine's Common Sense." Adam pulls off a little leather bound pamphlet and hands it to me.

Our hands brush ad for a moment I feel a little current go through me.

"Merci." I say breathlessly.

"Elise, don't think me forward, but you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. You're not just pretty either, you have the best taste in books and that impresses me."

Adam brushes a curl of my hair behind my ear. I look down at the book in my hands trying not to embarass myself. He places his hand beneath my chin and gently makes me look up at him in his eyes.

"Adam..." I say quietly.

That's when he kisses me. A million fireworks go off through out my body. He cups my face perfectly and knows how exactly how to hold himself.

He pulls away and I whimper a little.

"My little book lover." he whispers.

Flashback over

I pull away from Adam gasping for air. That's not possible. That wasn't me. That girls name was Elise, not Diana. But Adam looked the same as he did now. that wasn't possible either.

I look at him and he looks forlorn.

"That's one of my favorite memories of us, you came to me everyday after that. We would read to each other. And then one day, the peasants got to you. I didn't see you again until the Civil War." he looks down.

"What happened?" I murmur. "When you saw me in America?"

"The Confederacy, you were helping slaves escape to the North, you were shot when caught. Hell, you lived for another two weeks, but in the end, gangrene killed you."

I walk out to the balcony. This is too much information. I can't handle it.

"Adam..." I hesitate.

He looks up. "Yes?"

"When was the first time you saw me?" I ask.

Adam pauses. Then smirks. "Egypt."

I furrow my brow. "What was I there?"

"You were in Cleopatra's court. I was one of Marc Antony's soldiers. The day we arrived, Cleopatra welcomed us, and had you dance for us. You locked eyes on me the entire time." he smiles.

"That would seem like me." I laugh lightly.

Adam is standing next to me now. Our elbows are touching, a small little electric current goes through his body and into mine.

I look up at him. He's literally the epitome of handsome. His jaw is square and strong. His eyes sparkle in the moonlight. Its stunning really.

"Are you done checking me out?" Adam smirks.

I blush and turn my head away from him. He smiles proudly down at me.

"You know, I have another joint. Do you want to join me?" I ask.

"You really want to smoke a joint with me?" Adam asks, amusement tainting his voice.

"Yes."

"Alright." he says slowly.

"What? Have you ever smoked a joint?" I ask with a smirk.

"... In the sixties I did." He says suspiciously.

"Well then, the experimental era." I open my little box of weed and prepare a blunt.

Adam stands close to me, looking over my shoulder.

"The paper you use, does it have nicotine?" he questions.

"Do you think I want lung cancer?" I laugh.

I light the end of the blunt and take a hit. The sweet acrid taste fills my mouth and lungs. I pass the blunt to Adam. He hesitantly takes it. He seems to study the blunt before taking a long drag.

"Well, shit. That some strong stuff." He says.

I laugh, knowing that this night is going to be fun with Adam.