Be Mine: A Georgiana & Michael short story (Illusion of Certainty Short Story)

Girl's Choice

Chapter Four – Girl’s Choice

“Dear Holly, I don't have much time. I don't mean literally, I mean you're out buying ice cream and you'll be home soon. But I have a feeling this is the last letter, because there is only one thing left to tell you. It isn't to go down memory lane or make you buy a lamp, you can take care of yourself without any help from me. It's to tell you how much you move me, how you changed me. You made me a man, by loving me Holly. And for that, I am eternally grateful... literally. If you can promise me anything, promise me that whenever you're sad, or unsure, or you lose complete faith, that you'll try to see yourself through my eyes. Thank you for the honor of being my wife. I'm a man with no regrets. How lucky am I. You made my life, Holly. But I'm just one chapter in yours. There'll be more. I promise. So here it comes, the big one. Don't be afraid to fall in love again. Watch out for that signal, when life as you know it ends. P.S. I will always love you.”

“You know, he’s rather good,” Michael whispered into my ear.

I groaned since I was nearly asleep. “What do you mean?”

“That letter he wrote to his wife before he died. The final letter. He’s better than I would be. I don’t think I could ever tell someone I loved they could move on after I was dead.”

“Well,” I rolled so I was now facing him, “in this relationship it would be reversed. I think it would be me telling you you could move on.”

He’d wrapped an arm around my waist when I rolled so I wouldn’t fall off the couch. It automatically tightened around me and I felt him kiss my forehead.

“I’m not going to move on from you. It’s literally impossible.”

“You say that now. The next thing you know a leggy blonde with great smelling blood will walk by and you won’t even remember my name.”

“I’ve had my fair share of leggy blondes with great smelling blood. But nothing compares to love and you, αγάπη, are love. At least to me.”

“You know, you should market that to Hallmark. You’d make a fortune.”

“I already have a fortune.”

I just grunted in response. I was really tired and him trying to keep up conversation just wasn’t working for me.

Don’t make me chase you into your dreams, αγάπη.

Good luck with that. Let me know how it works out for you.

Well, if we’re going to sleep, can we go back to your bed? There isn’t much room on this couch.

Planning on staying all night? I cracked an eye and looked at him. If you do that, my father might just mount your head over his fireplace.

He smiled. He won’t mind as long as I stay gentlemanly like.

A thought popped into my mind and I rolled so I was on top of him. He didn’t seem very perturbed about it, just contemplative.

You told me once nothing serious would happen between us unless I was yours, officially.

I did say that, didn’t I? His hands rested on my sides, rubbing up and down.

So…my lips pursed. We’re alone. I’m yours. You’re mine…

Not going to happen.

My head slumped to the side. Why not?

For one, your parents are coming back soon. When I decide for that to happen, it’s going to be more than a hit and run.