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Date Posted: Tuesday, January 17, 09:03:23pm
In reply to:
Jennifer S
's message, "All of Me" on Wednesday, January 11, 02:54:40pm
Chapter 1
"Hello" he said softly.
"Hi" she replied with a small smile.
"It's beautiful isn't it?" he said turning to stand beside her as they both gazed out at the bright sunset.
"Yes it is. I've never seen anything quite like it," she replied.
"Is this your first time here?" he asked.
"Yes. My friend sent me here for a vacation. I've never been to France before. It's so beautiful here, now I know why she loves it so much."
She turned to face the beautiful man standing beside her. "How about you?"
Michael calmly said, "I used to come here as a child. This is my first time back here in many years."
Nikita looked back out over the water. "Why did you stay away for so long?"
"I don't know,” he whispered.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry," she said slightly embarrassed.
"It's alright. I don't know why I stayed away for so long. But I'm glad I'm here now," he said softly as he stared deeply into this beautiful stranger's eyes.
Grasping the innuendo of his statement, Nikita ducked her head and smiled.
The pair stood in silence and watched the sun slowly slide down into the sea. The sky was illuminated in bright pink and purple hues and Nikita sighed and whispered, "Beautiful."
The handsome stranger standing next to her was looking at her as he replied softly, "Yes."
Nikita turned to look into the warm green eyes of her mysterious companion and said, "My name is Nikita," and extended her hand to him. Michael paused for a fleeting second then reached for her hand, held it firmly in his.
"My name is Michael," he whispered then slowly raised her hand to his lips and softly pressed his lips to the back of her hand.
'Oh my god' Nikita sighed inwardly. 'Is he for real? Breathe Nikita, breathe.'
Michael too felt something he could not explain. The touch of her hand in his made him almost forget to breathe. The sadness that compelled him to visit that beach was slowly slipping away to be replaced by intrigue and a longing to know this beautiful creature before him.
Slowly he released her hand and watched as she crossed her arms over her chest and rubbed her forearms up and down.
"It tends to get cold once the sun goes down" Michael said quietly, as he reached for the hem of his sweater. Nikita smiled and saw what he was about to do and said, "Oh, please no. There's no sense in both of us catching cold. My house is right over there," as she pointed to a small villa not far away. “I can run in and grab a jacket."
Michael again offered, "I'm fine, I don't mind."
Nikita smiled, "Really, it's no trouble at all."
She turned to walk away and then stopped, turned back to him and asked, "Could I offer you a drink? I left a bottle of Merlot breathing on the counter."
Michael gave her a slight smile. "That would be nice, thank you."
"Great. I'll be right back," Nikita nodded and began walking towards the villa.
Michael watched her as she walked away and felt conflicted. He had come to this special place to remember Simone. She'd been killed six months ago, and Michael had been grasping at what he could to keep himself sane. Coming to this beach, he had thoughts of joining his late wife in the afterlife. Then, as if God had heard his despair, a beautiful angel had appeared on the horizon and his thoughts shifted from those of death, to those of living again.
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