Author's Note: For those of you itching for a taste of what the dreams mean about his past, look at the mini trailer below for an idea. Let your imaginations run wild with the visuals.
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Chapter One Hundred and Two
Flashes. Distorted lights swirled around me like mist. Muted voices and sound I could barely hear. I flitted through a pulse of foreign sensations and sank down into them slowly.
"Aerin..."
"Yeah?"
"You look like a girl... you're dressed like one, too. Are you... gay?"
"You just now figured that out?"
"No... no, deep down I think I always knew."
"Huh... so... is that why you left us?"
Silence. Swirling lights.
Something blue glinted wetly.
"No... it isn't."
"Then why are you here now?"
"Because... I saw you... smoking."
"Oh, that? Yeah... I'm trying it out."
"But, but your lungs--"
"What do you care if it kills me?"
Again, that damned silence. Only, it wasn't complety silent, there was other noise and flashing.
"Because I love you."
"Love you, too."
"Then stop. Take care of yourself... you know what smoking will do to you."
"I'll think about it."
A lie. I felt it. I was lying.
Deep down, I wanted to die. I was exhausted and sad and alone, fighting a losing battle but too scared to give in and take the plunge myself. So why not lose gradually? Go easily? Smoking would do it within a year.
"I have something else I want to ask you."
"Okay? Ask then."
"Do you... hate me?"
Hate?
Hate... no... that word, that question, I didn't. I really didn't.
The vision of a familiar face flickered into my view and blurred strangely, a face I numbly realized belonged to my long-dead father. His features were fuzzy and hard to see, and as I took them in I dazedly became more aware of my surroundings, realizing that the two of us were sitting in the nightclub I'd met William in.
I looked at my father from where we were sitting, at the bar, our faces and features highlighted by the multicolored laser-light strobes, wondering why I was here, why he was here.
Why was he asking me if I hated him? And... and he had died years before I'd met William, so how did I know that name?
What the hell was happening?
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