"Are you really still alive?" Belle asked
"You know you can trust me" she tries to persuade me.
Does my hesitation have anything to do with a lack of trust?
" This has nothing to do with trust bells"
" Then tell me, why is it so hard for you to tell me?, I'll understand if you're a ghost,I wouldn't mind it..."
" Then why are you still asking? " Why won't she let it go,why can't we just live and not know, why do people always have to go in search of answers that could destroy them?.
She looks down at her folded hands, and sighs
"I just need to hear you say it, I need you to trust me enough to tell me what you are because I really do not have any idea", she says this so quietly it sounds like a whisper.
" What if you can't handle the truth?" I ask, she looks up at me but says nothing,
"I can't lose you again, bells, I didn't fight for us before, but the universe has given us another chance, another chance to be happy and just live, why ruin it with questions that shouldn't be answered? "
I look her straight in the eyes, and she looks away, I reach out to take her hands, she lets me, we hold hands for a while , listening to the silence, but I hear more. I hear her heart beat, I hear her breathing, I hear the birds out in the yard, I hear the sound of the cars on the highway, I hear the woods calling out to me, but most importantly I hear her heart, every beat, every pump of blood, fuck, I shake my head to clear out the distraction.
"Can I never know"? She asks, rubbing my hands smoothly with her fingers,
" when the time is right, I promise, every dark thing will meet the light"
BELLA
" When the time is right, I promise, every dark thing will meet the light"
What does that mean, I look at him, and he is staring back at me waiting for a response maybe, 'erhh, what can I say'. I need him to Know that he can trust me, I need him to know that I won't freak out, no matter what it is, I don't care that he is a ghost, or between dead and alive, I'll be here for him.
"okay, I'll let time put things in place, you're here, that's what matters" I try to make my smile as genuine as possible, he can't see my fears, he needs me to be strong for him and that's what I'll be.
"Thanks bells" he closes his hands over both of mine and gives me a weak smile.
A hand trails the side of my face lightly,then brushes gently against my bottom lips,I smile and open my eyes to find an angelic face a few inches above mine smiling broadly,
"good morning sunshine" he says in a voice that you'll suppose should belong to an angel,smooth and sweeter than the best music I've heard,I smile back,
' I could get used to this' I think,a little bit too loudly because Micheal asks,
" get used to what"?
'Dang it,I said that out loud',
"you weren't supposed to hear that,but I meant I could get used to having you all to myself and not having to hide"
He brushes hair out of my face with his fingers but says nothing for a while,
" Go wash up" he says, getting up and reaching for his shirt,wait, 'when did that come off?' I look down at myself and realize with relief that I am still fully clothed in my sweatpants and my night shirt.
" Where are you going to?" I ask
" The living room" he replies curtly then added
" go wash up and wear something pretty"
I was about to say I didn't have any thing pretty to wear,but he was gone, ' what's so special about today anyways,why did he specifically stress on the 'pretty clothes?'
I walk into the shower and sit in the tub,I intend to enjoy this bath.
I hear footsteps heading up the stairs,so I smile wrapping my towel tight around my chest and step out of the bathroom,but the steps stop at the same time in front of the door,I wait for him to come in but he doesn't,I grow impatient and go to open the door,' what game was he playing,I needed clothes, " pretty clothes" According to him' .
I turn the knob and pull the handle back but the door doesn't burge,I yank harder but it remains shut,I step back and call out to him
" Micheal" silence
" Micheal this is not funny,open the door"
I remain calm still smiling 'but then what if the person I've been with for the past 3days isn't Micheal,what if something was using his appearance'
I step away from the door, my right hand begins to shake involuntarily as it always does when I'm nervous or scared or angry, but my eyes remain fixed on the door as the person on the other side takes two steps towards it.