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Mr. Harper gets a visit from Vanessa, the blonde bombshell.
Heart beating like a kettle drum he did so. To cover his nervousness he feigned casualness by reaching over and taking a glass of lemonade. He was pleased that his hand didn't tremble. Much. He sipped. "This is good, but isn't it supposed to be martinis or something?"
She gave another musical laugh. "Are saying you need to be drunk to talk to me?"
"No," he replied quickly. "That's just the way it is in the movies." He blushed, realizing he sounded like an idiot. Suddenly, he did wish he had a little alcohol-fueled courage. "This is going to sound crazy, but there's something I need to tell you."
Her only response was a slight nod in invitation.
He ran a hand though his hair as he pushed on. " Please believe me. This isn't some pick up line, but I feel as though I've known you my whole life. Like I've been searching for you. I've dreamt of you, not an abstract concept of 'you'-you actually. Just yesterday I drew your portrait, and I didn't even meet you until today. Now that I'm finally here with you, I..." he trailed off lamely. He stared at the glasses on the table. He didn't want to see the look on her face at his insane story. He braced himself for her onslaught.
A soft hand touched his arm lightly. She wasn't afraid or angry, she was smiling radiantly, displaying a row of dazzling teeth. "Of course I believe you. I've been waiting for you. I told you that at the bar. I've been waiting for you for so long. I know you've been searching for something, something you could never define, something missing from your life. It's been agony for me, for both of us, but your mind couldn't accept it. You resisted my call for so long."
"Your call. Like a siren's song?" he asked, only partly joking.
She tilted her head slightly as she regarded him, a lock of dark hair sliding liquidly down her cheek. She lightly traced his jaw with her fingertips. To his surprise, she was trembling slightly. The contact sent tingles of pleasure to his brain. "I've watched over you your whole life, hoping, praying that you would come to me. As your mind became more open to possibilities, I became more substantial to you. Slowly over the years, you've come closer, and now, finally you can see me. I was with you in the park when you ran, I was riding with you yesterday. I've ridden with you many times, but only recently have you begun to sense me."
"Like a guardian angel? Have you been constantly watching over me this whole time." Embarrassment flooded through him as he recalled some of his behavior when he was alone.
"Not every second," she smiled, "but I've always been close."
"Why can I see you today, what's changed?"
"When people are young, their minds are open. They can see things older people can't, or rather choose not to. When you were a baby, you could see me as you do now, but as you matured your mind erected barriers. It's a natural defense, most minds aren't strong enough to comprehend some of the things reality holds." She grasped his hands in her own. "You mind prevented you from seeing me, but our souls were calling to each other. Your soul began to rebel against your mind's refusal to accept the true reality of things. That's why you've had these feelings of loss, that's the source of your dreams."
"So are you a spirit? A phantasm?" He squeezed her hands softly. "You feel pretty real to me."
"What I am is someone who loves you Michael, with every fiber of my being. I've loved you since I saw your shining new soul at the moment of your conception . So pure, so bright. I knew we were fated to be together. I've shared your pain and loneliness, I've felt your doubts and your feelings of worthlessness." Tears began to form in her beautiful eyes and slide down her smooth cheeks. "I'm ashamed to say, I've been the cause of some of your pain."
Michael couldn't help it, he surged forward and held her in his arms as she sobbed. He story sounded crazy, impossible, but he didn't doubt a word-her story resonated within him. He knew it was the truth.
She pushed back enough to look at him through eyes shin