Chapter 4
The Second Night
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2010)
Total pitch black … in a void of complete silence.
Then the familiar sound of wind chimes begins to fade in.
The darkness begins to break and diminish into light. Everything is out of focus, but starts to sharpen into view.
“I’ve been here before,” Logan hears himself thinking. His surroundings begin to get clearer, like focusing a camera. When everything finally becomes clear, he realizes he back in Lily’s apartment in Paris. The only sound is that of the wind chimes, and it surrounds him. It’s as if he’s deaf, and the chimes are the only sound he can hear.
Lily’s apartment, done in pastels, with her unique feminine touch. Everything is as exactly as he remembered it and everything is in its proper place. He’s standing in the middle of her studio flat, facing the back, to his right is their wrought iron bed, where the both of them would sleep. Her desk and their closet to the left, along with the bathroom. He can’t turn around, but he knows that behind him is the little kitchen with the living area.
- - - logan - - -
Her voice was coming from behind him, now he was able to turn around.
Lily was sitting at the chair by the front window that overlooked the street. She was sitting looking out the window with her left profile of her entire body in his view. She was wearing a deep lavender tight fitting dress and she was wearing her hair down, which obscured his vision and he just saw a portion of the left profile of her face. Her nose, lips, and just a little of her eye, she sat there just staring out the window, which had a bright but soft light coming through it.
“Lily?” He cried to her.
- - - logan - - - my sweet - - -
“Lily!” He tried to go to her, he felt himself walking to her, but now matter how much he walked, she never got any closer, it was like being on a treadmill.
- - - you have to stop - - -
He stopped walking, she wasn’t moving at all as she spoke, and she just sat there looking out the window.
“Go? Go where Lil? Where do you want me to go?”
It was if she didn’t hear him and as if he were not even in the room with her, she still sat at the window, speaking in that direction.
- - - come back to me - - -
Then, she slowly turned her head, and she looked directly into his face, he saw her, and how beautiful she was. No … how beautiful she IS. She looked at him very solemnly, her beautiful brown eyes sparkling.
- - - you promised that you’d never leave me - - -
She smiled, then stopped, and went back to her gazing out the window - - -
- - - The light instantly turned to black and Logan’s eyes bolted open for him to see the ceiling of his bedroom, and the lights from the street were slightly illuminating the room. He sat upright quickly and yelled, “Lily wait!”
He looked around and realized that it was just another dream.
“Come back,” he now whispered, “please come back.”
He then heard the sound of the wind from outside and saw how it was moving the curtain on his bedroom window slightly. He then burst into tears, turned outward from his bed and placed his feet to the floor, wiping away some of the tears he saw his radio alarm clock … it was 1:30 AM.
He started hyperventilating, looking around the room in the dark he then got up from his bed and strode quickly to his living room. He stopped in front of Lily’s picture, he was shaking and still breathing rapidly. His breath was causing the flame of the candle to flicker. Slowly he began to get his breathing back close to normal and got himself in to some sort of control. He felt the tears warm on his face and he just stared at Lily’s picture.
Finally, his breathing lowered itself to normal, he stopped crying, but his nose was completely stuffed. He leaned a little on the display case looking into Lily’s face, he then straightened up and began to pace in the middle of the room.
“Oh shit,” he whispered in exasperation, “Oh damn.”
He slowly walked into the bathroom, rinsed his face with cold water, rinsed his dry mouth out and took a couple of swallows of the cold water. He toweled off his face, then walked back into the living room … back to Lily’s picture. He picked up his silver bracelet, put it around his wrist and latched it. It never came off his wrist ever again from that moment on. He went to the window of the living room, opened the curtains slightly. And peered out into the dark of the early morning, he then went to the comfort of his chair.
He was once again wide awake, and knew that there would be no more sleep for him the rest of the night.
“Her face,” he said to himself quietly, “she was right there. If I could have touched her face, I know that I would have felt it.”
He began to rock slowly back and forth in his rocker recliner, he was touching the bracelet, gently caressing it with his fingertips while staring out the window. Thinking of her face … thinking of how real it seemed … the way she turned and looked at him … her face … it was as beautiful as ever.
He started to remember of that night … that night of the first time that he ever saw her face - - -
(CONTINUED IN THE NEXT CHAPTER...)
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