Is It Scary For You, Baby?

Chapter Twenty-three

The sound of birds chirping merrily could be heard just outside the windows. Bright rays of pink and orange spilled through the curtains, helping me to awaken. My eyes adjusted to the brightness slowly, as I gaze at the empty space beside me. 

He was gone.

Michael had truly left.

I sigh and struggle against the tears which are now threatening to spill from my eyes. I take note of my nude form wrapped within the sheets. 

It wasn't a dream. We truly made love.

A blush quickly spreads across my cheeks at the memory. Images flash behind my eyes, still feeling his large hands cradling and caressing me in every way possible. His eyes dark with passion, lips parted in ecstasy. 

"I love you so much," His whisper echoed.

"I love you, Michael " I reply into the silence of the room.

Wrapping the sheet around my body I slowly walk to the window, gazing out across the fields leading towards the manor. My fingertips graze against the cold glass in an attempt to reach my beloved. Oh, how I longed to awaken with him at my side for all time. After decades apart it's what I want most.

To live out the rest of our days, raise a family, raise our grandchildren and beyond.

"Michael," I whispered once more.

Moving to the large dresser I pick out my clothes for the day. Nothing too fancy, just simple and casual. My fingers trace over his mask that sits atop the dresser, taking each feature to heart. 

He truly was not scary in the least as he claimed in the beginning. Michael had a soul unlike any other, both in this lifetime and the last. He would never harm a single living soul, not even a fly.

I recalled a time from ages past where a butterfly circled him curiously as we sat among the wildflowers. The happy glimmer in his eyes as it settled upon his hand was truly a beautiful sight.

It was a newborn monarch with bright orange wings, with fresh black markings scattered about. As if smitten by Michael's presence, the butterfly moved its wings almost excitedly.

Before he could say or do much more it flew off into the sunset.

After that day, he would call me his butterfly.

I smiled at the memories and gaze deeply into the mirror, slowly recognizing myself more and more. Just as he said, I have not changed much. Yet I couldn't help but wonder exactly how Michael had remained unchanged from that final day we had been together.

"He must have discovered the fountain of youth for sure," I mused aloud, brushing the knots from my hair.

Another flush spread across my features as more images come to mind from last night. The way his fingers tangled in my hair brought a sigh from my lips, I could still feel him, his hands so strong and gentle as they moved over my body tenderly and carefully. 

Michael's touch was protective and alluring, passionate and tender. Never had I felt so safe and loved, appreciated and understood. Time and destiny are certainly finicky things, something I may never truly understand.

Setting the brush aside I pull my hair into a makeshift braid to keep it out of my face. I sigh and turn my gaze to the bed, spreading the covers evenly and laying back upon their welcoming softness. 

His touch was almost ghost-like, fleeting and soft as I recalled each sensation. The sensations his fingertips left behind upon my skin like wildfire, sending waves of ecstasy though every fiber of my body and soul.

Moving to sit back up, I walk towards the living room, folding the blanket and placing it over the couch. The rug had marks of our movements, each passionate moment forever part of the soft material.

More images play before me, Michael's head flung back in sheer ecstasy, his dark curls soaked with sweat as they clung to his skin. His large hands grasped around my waist as he thrust gently inside of me. I sigh and wrap my arms tightly around my waist, wishing with all I had for night to come quickly.

I contemplate on going to the manor, yet quick disregard the idea as not to go against boundaries or against any wishes. It was curious though, why he didn't want us being caught together at the wrong time.

As noble as it was, it still held a mysterious energy. 

With a sigh I sat upon the couch, taking note that Anna had accidentally left her doll behind. Damn it, she was gonna be lost without it. I'm gonna have to go to the outskirts of town and deliver it.

"Never thought I'd miss her goofy butt," I mused aloud. "Blood or not, she's my sister."

Standing with the doll in hand, I grab my keys and lock the door behind me, making my way towards my former home. The chilly air sent shivers down my spine, and I instantly longed for Michael's warmth. 

Colors of warm gold to rich red at my feet as mother nature enters her stage of death and rebirth. Winter was on the horizon, the ever dropping temperature could be felt in my bones.

The trees were nearly bare, mounds of leaves scattered about where children play merrily. I could clearly hear the sound of my sister in the distance. When I approached she was immediately in my arms, giggling happily at the sight of her doll.

"Thank you, Y/N! I missed her so much."

Elizabeth soon wrapped me in her arms, a twinkle in her violet gaze. "Hello, darling. What brings you here? I surely thought you would be with Michael."

"Well, he had to go. Something about not wanting to shock me anymore than I have been."

John nodded in agreement. "I get what he means. You truly wouldn't be able to handle nor comprehend the situation. Give him time, he will explain everything soon."

I sigh and shift my gaze to Anna as she plays in the leaves with the doll. "Why can't it be explained now? I don't understand."

Placing a hand on my shoulder John sighed. "It's extremely difficult, please hang on a while longer."

The manor far off in the distance was almost calling me, my soul longing to be with Michael. My heart was silently breaking, and I'll I could do was nod.