Taken by the fog

Anniversary

"Don't let go." I whispered.
"Never."

I woke up alone with no sign of Mike. The space next to me was cold. The panic rose in my core until I smelt pancakes. With a smile on my face, I looked outside. The snow was falling slowly to create a beautiful winter landscape. Would I be able to see this on the other side? I stood up and grabbed Mike's sweater from the floor. One of the perks of having a 6'3 boyfriend.

The weirdest part when I walked into the kitchen was seeing Mike behind the counter. Not that he never cooked but he just disliked it so much. I walked up to him and wrapped my arms around his waist.
"Good morning sunshine." He smiled.
"Morning. What time is it?"
"Nearly noon, so I'm making brunch. Before you ask, no I don't need help so you can sit down." I opened my mouth to say something but closed it nonetheless. He managed to make me a brunch on his own without complaining. Does this mean he remembered?

I made my way from the kitchen to the dining table to find it completely decorated with flowers.
"You remembered." I whispered.
"Of course I did." He chuckled as I kissed his cheek. "We promised to celebrate each half-year, well here's to surviving each other for 2,5 years." He jumped away, my punch missing his chest.
"So, what's in store for us today?" Brunch was great but I had to ask.
"Well, since you ran out on the last movie night." He gave me a look. "I thought we have a redo, just you and me." I started beaming. Ever since we began dating, we had a weekly movie night. Just to catch up and spent some quality time together. After clearing the table, we sat down in front of the television.

We were about fifteen minutes into the movie when Mike suddenly dropped to the floor. I looked at him weird, why is he shaking?
"So, this is not exactly a romantic setting but it will do." He grabbed a small velvet box from his pocket and sat down on one knee.
"Mike don't.." I started.
"Stop." Mike interrupted me causing me to stop talking instantly. "I know what this looks like but if, no when, we get to that point it will be more romantic and I will have asked for your hand." My mouth dropped, he is the cutest boyfriend ever! "Right now, I want to give you a promise ring. This way I promise that I will not stop looking for you, I will love you although you're not here and that I will be here with my arms open when you make your way back." He opened the box, revealing two identical silver rings.
"Mike." A few tears slipped down my cheek. Mike reached up to wipe them away with a smile.
"Most importantly, I will promise to not do anything stupid. I'll stay here for our families and friends. I will do everything in my power to help you get out of there. All our 'secrets' and the promises are symbolized by this ring. I have no clue how they do this, but will you accept the ring and my promises?" A couple of tears made their way down his cheek. I nodded speechless, somehow losing the ability to speak. Mike let out a breath and it looked as if a weight was lifted from his shoulders. He put the ring on my finger before placing the ring on his finger as well.

"I must've said this like a million times, but I can't say it enough. I love you." Mike grinned.
"I can't hear or say it enough either. I love you." My hand cupped his cheeks and I pecked his lips. Mike deepened the kiss before I could pull away. I moved to lay down but Mike pulled me on top of him.
"Are you okay?" He breathed. I arched towards him instead of answering. He seemed to understand the motion and stood up. I follow him and stood up on my toes to reconnect our lips. He dove down before my lips touched his.

"Mike!" I squealed as he threw me over his shoulder. He quickly went to his room and he threw me on his bed. Mike was hovering above me before I could say anything.
"Stop me anytime you want." He made sure the message came across before he reconnected our lips. My hands trailed down to the hem of his shirt and I whined as he pinned my arms above me. I felt him smile in the kiss.
"Just. Tell. Me. What. You. Want." He said in between the kisses down my neck.
"You can't be like this." I breathed as he found the sensitive spot on my neck.
"Sorry babe, but I can." He smirked.

"Take off your shirt." I ordered. He let go of my hands to grab his shirt. Before he reached the hem, I slapped his hands away.
"You know, I can take off my own shirt."
"I just do it way better than you." I pulled off his shirt and let my hands roam over his body. His muscles contracted as my hands made their way to his belt.
"You want me to be naked, while you're still fully dressed?" He raised his eyebrow at me. "By the way, that's my shirt." He grabbed it and pulled it off, discarding it somewhere on the floor.
"Then you shouldn't have told me the 'what's mine is yours' story." I teased him.
"Fair point." He lowered himself to kiss me again.

"That felt new." Mike said as he dropped down next to me.
"Don't you dare say that it felt like new promises." My voice sounded hoarse.
"You honestly have no faith in me."
"That's because I know you." Mike glared at me. "Anyways, I'll go to the shower." I jumped away from Mike as he tried to pull me back to the bed. Mike entered the shower sometime after me.
"Babe, they want to hang out tonight. Do you want to go? By the way, great job at making it to the shower."
"Yes, I'd like to hang out with them tonight." I chose to ignore his last comment. My legs were extremely sore but I don't want to give him the satisfaction.

An hour later and Mike and I sat down in his living room. I sat down and allowed my mind to go crazy. What would it be like to be taken? Would it hurt or do you feel numb? Can I get out? Am I ready to go into the fog? Without knowing I let out a huge sigh.
"What's up? I hear the gears in your head spinning like crazy."
"Just thinking about the fog. What it will be like, how it will feel if I'm taken." Mike scooted closer to me and grabbed my hand.

"You'll be fine. Believe me, we'll be working non-stop to get you back. We have three days before the fog will arrive. How about we read those books you brought and we tell everyone tonight? They can help." Mike reasoned out loud.
"Sounds like a plan." I grabbed the books and handed one to Mike. Let me tell you one thing. The fog in my town sounds interesting, but reading about it is boring. Honestly boring. We read for about two hours before I felt myself drifting off into a deep slumber.

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