The hum of the shuttle's engines faded into the background as Emma's presence filled the space between us. She didn't say a word, but I felt her focus intensify, like she was reaching out with something more than just her hands, more than just her voice.
It was like she was reaching deep into the very core of who she was, trying to unlock something buried in the deepest corners of her mind.
I could see it in her eyes—her determination, her desire to make us whole again. I could feel it too, like a ripple of energy connecting us, pulling us closer despite the vastness of space around us.
"I want you to feel it, David," Emma said, her voice soft but certain. "I want you to remember. Everything we were. Everything we've lost."
I nodded, not fully understanding what she meant but trusting her completely. Whatever it took, I wanted to feel what she felt. To understand. To bridge the chasm between us that time and the universe had carved.
She raised her hand, and her eyes glowed with that familiar, intense power.
The air around us shimmered, and I felt the temperature of the room shift, as if the space itself were bending to her will. Then it happened.
Her touch, her mind, her memories —they intertwined with mine. I understood it was her empathic powers, sharing with me her memories, feelings, everything. It's like she was an open book.
I was no longer just observing; I was living it. I was inside her memories, walking beside her through everything we'd been through, everything we'd shared. Her emotions flooded me, every laugh, every tear, every touch. I was her. She was mine .
The barrier between our experiences vanished, leaving me to feel everything as if it had happened to me.
I felt the first time we met, the electrifying tension between us. The moments of shared silence in our darkest hours, when we didn't need words to communicate our connection.
I could feel her pain as she fought to protect me, her fears and doubts as she tried to save me from myself, her joy as we built something together. And I could feel the emptiness when I was lost to her, the coldness of the void that she had to endure alone.
Her anguish washed over me, but so did her strength. Her defiance. Her resilience. She had never given up on me, even when I thought I had let her down. And now, I felt her hope—hope that, somehow, we could find our way back.
I staggered, gripping the edge of the shuttle's controls to steady myself as the sheer weight of her memories threatened to overwhelm me. But I pushed through, because this was something I needed to understand.
I needed to know it all, to know her, and to prove to her that I wasn't just a shadow of the man she had once loved. I was here. I was real. And I was ready to be with her.
I opened my eyes, meeting Emma's gaze, and for a long moment, we just stood there in silence, the weight of everything we'd just shared between us. She looked as if she'd just experienced the same flood of emotions, her eyes bright with unshed tears, her lips trembling as if she were afraid to speak, to ruin the moment.
I closed the space between us, my hands sliding to her waist as I pulled her into me. Without words, I kissed her, my lips crashing into hers with a ferocity that was long overdue. It wasn't gentle.
It wasn't slow. It was raw and desperate, like we were both trying to make up for lost time, trying to prove that everything we'd been through—everything we'd lost was worth it.
Her hands wrapped around my neck, pulling me closer, deepening the kiss. I could taste the salt of her tears on her lips, but there was no sadness now—only a fierce need, a hunger to be together, to reclaim what was ours.
We pulled back for a breath, and I looked into her eyes, my hands cupping her face. "I feel you," I whispered. "I feel everything. All of it. All that you are."
Emma's breath hitched, and her lips curved into a soft smile. "Then you know," she said softly. "You know how I truly feel, how much you mean to me. What we could be ."
I nodded, my chest tightening. "I do." And I knew, deep down, that we had both crossed a line. This wasn't just about the past anymore. This was our future, a future that we would shape together, no matter what came next.
Without another word, I kissed her again, this time with all the certainty I could muster, as if the kiss itself could seal everything we had just rediscovered. We were not two separate people anymore. We were one, connected by everything we had endured and everything we would build together from now on.
When we finally broke apart, breathless and flushed, Emma rested her forehead against mine, her fingers still tangled in my hair. "I don't want to lose you again, David," she whispered.
"You won't," I promised, my voice firm, unshakable. "I'm not going anywhere."
And in that moment, as the shuttle drifted through the vastness of space, we both knew one thing for certain: this was just the beginning of our new chapter. Together.
As our kiss finally broke, we were left breathless, our foreheads still resting together, a shared sense of peace hanging in the air between us. I could feel her heartbeat, steady and warm against mine, and I could almost believe that nothing else mattered.
But there was something I had to tell her. Something I could no longer keep hidden, not when we were this close.
I pulled back slightly, my hands still resting on her waist as I looked into her eyes. "There's more," I said, my voice quieter now, carrying the weight of something heavier.
Emma's brow furrowed in concern. "More? What do you mean?"
I hesitated, the words fighting their way out, but I knew I couldn't delay it any longer. The truth was, it wasn't just about us being together. There was a part of me that was far greater—and far more dangerous—than she could imagine.
"I'm not like I used to be, Emma," I began, my voice steady but filled with a burden I had carried alone for too long. "When I was... away, I didn't just lose myself. I became something else. Something... more."
Her eyes softened as she took a step back, her hand finding mine, and she gave me an encouraging squeeze. "David, you don't have to explain it all if you're not ready. I—"
"No, you deserve to know." I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the secret that had been gnawing at me for so long. "I have powers beyond imagination, Emma. Powers I can't fully control yet. I didn't just come back from where I was... I've become something different. Something more than human."
Her eyes widened, surprise and curiosity taking over. I could see her trying to process the words I'd just spoken, trying to make sense of what they meant.
"I don't understand," she whispered. "What kind of powers?"
I glanced down, the words harder to form than I had anticipated. How could I explain something so alien to her? Something so foreign to me?
"I don't even fully comprehend them myself, to be honest. It was like... I was connected to an entity beyond imagination. I can feel energies that aren't supposed to exist, see dimensions that I couldn't see before . I can tap into the deepest parts of reality, crush the sun like it's a ball of glass. I can destroy the universe if I feel like it. But it's not just power, Emma."
I met her gaze again, the weight of what I had to say making my chest tighten. "There's a responsibility attached to it. I have to change some things, maybe erase them along with their universe if things go bad. It is quite overwhelming to be honest, bearing that weight."
She was silent for a long moment, her eyes searching my face, as if trying to understand the depth of what I was saying. But there was no fear in her gaze.
No hesitation. Just a steady calm that grounded me, as if she already knew, in some way, that nothing could ever change her feelings for me.
Finally, Emma spoke, her voice steady and full of warmth. "David, you're still you. And that's all that matters to me."
Her words hit me like a wave, washing away the tension I hadn't even realized I was holding. She reached up to gently cup my face, her thumb brushing across my cheek as she looked into my eyes with unwavering certainty.
"You're not some... thing. You're still my David. Whatever you have to do, whatever responsibilities you have, I'll be here. Right by your side.
It doesn't matter what you can do or what you can't. It doesn't matter what powers you've gained. The only thing that matters is that you're here with me."
I closed my eyes, letting the truth of her words wash over me, the warmth of her embrace filling the hollow space I'd been carrying for so long. For a moment, I allowed myself to just breathe, to feel her love, to feel safe in her arms.
When I opened my eyes again, I saw the quiet determination in her expression. "We're in this together, David. Whatever comes next, we'll face it together."
I smiled, the corners of my lips tugging upward, even as the gravity of my responsibilities loomed over us. "Thank you, Emma. I don't deserve you."
She shook her head "You don't have to. You're all I need." She smiled and rest her head on my chest.
I felt so guilty hearing her sincere feelings.
So I blurted out, " I might have also developed a multiversal relationship with a pretty redheaded telepath woman that's half possessed by a cosmic force when I was out saving another universe."