The Midnight Visit
She had been lying in bed for hours unable to sleep. She couldn't
stop thinking about this evening when, after three long years of
being apart, she had seen John. The two of them had grown up
together until he had gone off to college leaving her without the
faintest idea of where he had gone or when he would be back.
Eventually, he sent her a letter explaining that he had gotten
accepted to the college to which he had dreamt of going and that
the letter had taken so long to arrive, he had to leave that same
From then on, they had corresponded regularly but the date of his
return was never mentioned. Consequently, she was shocked to find
him sitting across from her at the Stevens' dinner party. In
fact, she hadn't even recognized him when she had first seen him,
although, that was mostly due to the fact that he had changed
dramatically in appearance.
He was now a tall confident young man. He had filled out, gained
some muscle and was, she must admit, now quite attractive. He was
a head taller than she with neat copper hair and deep,
knowledgeable brown eyes. His face was not as boyish anymore but
sharper and more masculine. When he smiled, however, she could
still see the same little boy she had known years ago.
Unfortunately, they only had the chance to say hello before he
was swept off by the many curious family and friends at the
party. However, in the few moments they were together, she could
tell something had changed between them. Now she couldn't stop
thinking about him.
In truth, she had been a bit afraid of these new feelings inside
her and was nervous about talking to him in person after all
these years. Consequently, she was reluctant to push her way
through the throng of people around him. Now, because she
couldn't bring herself to approach him on her own she was laying
in her bed thinking about what might have happened if she had.
Suddenly, there was a sharp tap at the window and she was pulled
out of her thoughts.
She looked up just in time to see another stone hit the window,
making another tap against it before falling back down to the
Her heart stopped.
Could it be him? No. It couldn't be. Why would he throw rocks at
her window in the middle of the night? Wouldn't he just wait
until morning to talk to her?
But who else could it be?
She stood up and slowly made her way over to her large antique
window and peaked around its wispy curtains.
She gasped and took a step back in surprise, letting the curtains
fall back into place. Unsure of what to do she stood there for a
moment waiting to see if he would throw another stone.
He didn't, which meant he had seen her. She took a deep breath
and pulled back the curtains all the way. He was just as she had
seen him a few moments ago, leaning up against the intricate,
cold black gate marking the back entrance to the huge estate
behind her small home. He was dressed nicely as if he had just
left the diner, even though it had ended hours ago. Perhaps he
had been forced to go one of his father's company parties,
afterwards. She smiled faintly, remembering the many times she
had had to endure his endless rants about how much he hated them
before they had become estranged. Oh how she missed those times
when they could be themselves around each other.
She sighed and wondered if she would go down to him. She wanted
to talk but at the same time she was afraid of what he might say.
He smiled up at her and she suddenly felt self-conscious. She
tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear and returned a
tentative smile. Then he motioned for her to come down and, her
heart beating fast and mind wondering if what she was doing was
wise, she nodded and disappeared behind her curtain.
All previous doubts went out her head as her mind went into
What does he want? Should I just go like this? Should I get
dressed? I can't go in my nightdress, can I? Oh, what is the
matter with me? Why am I getting so worked up over this? I have
known John forever. What does it matter what I wear?
With this last question in her mind she took a deep breath and
tried to calm herself. She quickly brushed her hair, checked her
appearance in the mirror before she ran out of her room, tiptoed
past her parents' door, and then slid down the banister. She came
to a stop at the door, composed herself, and slipped out into the
She kept telling herself to take deep breaths and stay calm but,
as she rounded the corner of her house, all her thoughts
The silence of the night seemed to stretch and amplify between
them as they stood staring at each other. Finally, after what
seemed like an eternity, John began to walk towards her until
they were only a step apart.
"Sophia." he said quietly.
"John." she said.
"I didn't get a chance to speak to you this evening . . . I'm
leaving tomorrow . . ." he began in an attempt to explain himself
but slowly came to a stop. He sighed and tried again. "How are
you?" he asked gently.
"I'm well." She said quickly. "Quite well." She repeated, more to
reassure herself than him. "And you?"
"Good." There was a pause and they both stood there a little
awkwardly for a moment.
"You've grown." Sophia offered, looking up at him.
He smiled. "So I've been told. You have changed a bit yourself."
He had noticed every change the moment he had seen her. Her wavy
blond hair had grown long and partly covered her soft face and
hazel green eyes. She was long and slender with curves in all the
right places. In short, she was the most beautiful woman he had
ever met. She was not only beautiful in physical terms, however.
She was the most caring person he had ever met, caring not only
for humans but all forms of life. She was sensitive and reserved
yet quick to defend the things she believed in.
John, having known her since their childhood, was one of the few
men she truly spoke her mind to and because she knew him so well
she caught the undertone of his previous statement. She blushed
and looked down.
"Sophia." He began solemnly, and took a step forward, closing the
space between them, and tenderly took her hands in his. "I'm
leaving tomorrow to return to Oxford."
She looked up at him, surprised.
"Will . . ." he stopped and cleared his throat nervously.
"Sophia, will you come with me?" he managed to get out.
She stared at him for a moment, stunned, until the reality of the
invitation set in and she looked down, struck by the enormity of
what he had suggested. She was at a loss for words. Never had she
imagined . . . had ever considered . . . of course, she wanted to
go with him, but was it really wise to just run off with him?
They didn't know each other anymore! What if, in the years they
had been apart, they had changed too much?
"I will." she whispered, stunning herself with her own decision,
by the immensity of the decision itself. She raised her face to
him and repeated with more confidence, "I will go with you."
He beamed and suddenly she was in his arms with his lips pressed