The Power Of Wishes (Editing)

Chapter 17: Just A Wish

At half past six o'clock at night I stepped out of the hotel room shower and dried myself off with a towel that was barely enough. I still hated Brandon for making me go on a date with him. Well, he wasn't exactly making me go on a date with him, but I felt like I had to go because I had to explain to him the fact that it was all a wish.

I could just wish him away. I could use the power of my wishes to make things the way they were before I had met up with Brandon in the cafe this morning. Half of me wanted to wish everything away, but the other half of me wanted answers. Answers to how Cece was able to keep track of me even when the wish she was a part of was gone. Over. Answers to what Karma had been up to in my wishes.

Really, I just wanted everything to make sense. Ever since my first foolish wish, nothing had made sense. Sometimes things were enjoyable, but they still didn't make sense.

As I got ready to go out on my date, I tried to brush aside my thoughts and worries. Maybe Brandon would have changed and tonight would be a chance to let go of my worries and have a good time. But no, that was all a total lie. Last time I had decided to let go of my thoughts and worries for a night with Brandon I had gotten pregnant. I was definitely not sleeping with him again tonight.

I had thankfully located the place I was supposed to meet Brandon in my visitors' brochure. Coincidentally, every place I had needed to be was in that brochure. The Louvre, the cafe where I had eaten breakfast, and now, the place where I was going out to eat with Brandon. What would happen next, I wondered.

But there was no time for wondering now. I had slipped on a black evening dress with black heels and pearl accessories for a fancy look, given that the restaurant appeared to be a higher- end place.

The trunk I had found earlier had supplied this dress. Everything was working out so perfectly, it was strange. Okay, well, not everything. The date with Brandon certainly wasn't perfect. Speaking of which, I decided to use the hotel phone to call a cab in order to be on time.

Within five minutes, the bright yellow cab pulled up in front of the hotel and I entered immediately.

"Where to m'am?" The driver asked.

"J'ardin d'amour please" I replied,
repeating the location Brandon had written down.

The driver nodded and drove off through streets of Paris that I had never seen before. The street vendors disappeared, the streets narrowed, and lights lined the now almost dark sidewalks. It dawned on me that I was now amidst the fancier part of Paris.

The driver stopped in front of a charming place an when I looked up, I saw him. Dressed in a black suit and tie, looking more stunning than ever. But I wouldn't let him get to me. I was here to tell him how things really were, and that was it. Then I would leave and forget about it all.

I handed the cab driver his pay and cautiously stepped out of the car.

Here goes.

I approached Brandon, and watched a smile spread across his face.

"You look gorgeous, Hailey." He said, and for a second, I thought that was very sweet of him. But then memories of his quick kiss and run this morning washed away all traces of sweetness.
He leaned in to kiss me, but I pushed him away.

"Not here. Not now." I said.

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A little while later, Brandon say across from me, a worried look in his eyes.

"Hailey, is something wrong? You've been quiet all night." Brandon asked.

Now was my chance to tell him everything. I had to pull myself together and tell him the truth. I opened my mouth and said, "I think I just need some air."

Damn it! I needed to pull myself together and tell him the truth. Why was this so hard?

"Okay." Brad said.

Brad led me outside, onto a patio with roses and white Christmas tree lights strung about. Music filled the air and couples around us began to dance.

"Hailey? Would you dance with me?" Brandon asked.

I nodded, trying to ignore the tense feeling in my throat. He placed his hands on my waist and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. We swayed back and forth to the music. I must say, I was surprised at how good Brandon could dance.

And then he said it, the words that caught me by surprise. He leaned in and whispered in my ear. "I love you, Hailey."

My body tensed up. I didn't know what to do next. Oh wait, I did. I had to tell him. And I had to do it now.

"Brandon, I have to tell you something."

He looked into my eyes in anticipation.

"This, all of this. It isn't real. It's a wish." I paused.

"What? Hailey, of course this is real, what do you mean this isn't real."

"I mean it's just a wish. Ever thought about the fact that I'm not still pregnant? I didn't have an abortion, I wished it all away."

"I still don't understand, Hailey, you're not making any sense!"

"Welcome to my resent life Brandon!" I began as tears welled up in my eyes. "Nothing had made sense to me for such a long time. And I wish it did. I just wish I was back home."

Brandon reached up to wipe a teat from my eyes and his hand slipped down to my chest, right above the tattoo. "I wish I could go home with you." He whispered.

I felt a slight breeze in the air, and all of a sudden it got stronger and stronger. Only too late, did I realize what had just happened.

Author's Note:

And so.... She told him. 0.0 haha! Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, and I'll update again soon!

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