A Fateful Meeting

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
Jason died the night before his wedding. Born with a small heart, but strong enough to love and grip hard to life. As a ghost, he's determined to hold on tight to life.
But one night, as he reunited with his beloved Sarah, a promise is made.
A promise that might change the world of impossibilities for Sarah.

Submitted: November 25, 2011

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I stared at her in silence. Her shinny long red hair, her brown deep chocolate eyes, those luscious lips. I stared at her in silence as the tears fell from her eyes and others hang from her eyelashes. How those once blushed cheeks were now white and pale. Her hands shook, and her body shivered in pain. I stared at her, as he body broke down, and just stared. I didn’t know exactly what to say. I didn’t know how to console her, how to take the pain away.
“I’m sorry.” only did worse. She looked back up at me with such hatred in those eyes. Her lips parted as if to say something, trembled, and thinned to a straight line. More tears appeared, the pain augmented.
She looked away, far away from me. In her hand she held the heart locket I once gave her on our second anniversary. She opened it to reveal a piece of paper, folded into a tiny square. Taking the paper out, and unfolding it, she revealed the two word note I once wrote to her on our second date. The day we found that haunted gazebo.
“Our future.” she read it in a whisper. I had to look away, I felt the tears at the edge of my eyelids, unable to shed them. I wanted to touch her so badly; I couldn’t. Because when I did the first time, my fingers went right through her body. She was solid, and I was not. It was killing me. “Why did you have to go, Jason? Why?”
“I didn’t leave, Sarah. I’m right here.” my words were nothing but the wind to her ears. I tried again over and over screaming out her name. Not even a stir of her body, not a sign of communication.
Over the horizon, the sun was setting. The sky was dark, and the moon shone ahead of us. The stars glittered down our heads as we both sat there by the swings of Park Valley. It was empty, no soul roaming the premises. She began to walk towards our own hiding place; the old gazebo. Nobody ever went there for it was forgotten.
And I felt it. The pull of need, pulling me, dragging me back to that place. The wind carried my body like a paper lost and forgotten, and slammed me down on the gazebo’s broken floor. I saw her, Sarah, running towards me. She halted midstep as she squinted her eyes over at me.
“Jason?” she ran faster towards me and the gazebo. Her body slammed on mine, both of us falling to the ground. “Jason!” she kissed me hard at first and then softly. Both of her hands exploring my body. I pinched my the side of my belly, hurting my self in the process.
“I’m alive...” but not for long. That I knew. And so I made the chance worth while. I told her I never left her. I never wanted to. But time ran fast, and my time with her was up.
“This isn’t goodbye. I promise.” I whispered in her ear.
She looked up at me with hope in her eyes. “I know.” she watched as my body became a thousand glittery stars, she felt the wind pick up and waved as to heaven I traveled pass.

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I sat on the park’s black bench, watching Toby play on the swings. He ran, jumped, and laughed just like his father. The sun was setting, and the wind picked up. A breeze as cold as winter assaulted our skin to a cutting blow.
“Toby, it’s time to go home.” Toby ran towards me, hugging me as he reached me and smiled up at me.
“I saw him, mommy.”
“Saw who, sweetheart?” we were halfway to the house, when I halted in my steps.
A man young and healthy stood on my front porch, smiling at me and then at Toby. “Hello, Toby.”
Toby squeezed my hand, and smiled up at me. “Him. I saw him.” letting go of my hand, he ran towards the stranger with the beautiful smile and hugged him. The stranger hugged him back, and whispered something into his ear. Toby nodded and ran into the house, turning the porch light on.
“Who are you?” I was ready to dial nine-one-one, when his reply stopped me.
“I told you it wasn’t goodbye, Sarah.”
I shook my head back and forth in denial. “No...t-t-that’s impossible!” the stranger began to walk towards me and I backed away. But he still touched me as he reached out with a sudden powerful warm hand and strong grasp. The memories of that night came back to me; the gazebo, the promise, the glittery stars. Before I believed him, I had to put him to the test. “The first time we found the gazebo, we saw an old couple walk by hand in hand. You whispered something in my ear, what was it?”
He closed his eyes, and leaned down to my ear. His lips grazing my skin as he whispered to me, “Our future.”
My own eyes closed, and my lips whispered his name. “Jason.”
Our lips connected.
Our hands and fingers entwined.
I thanked god for his return,
and for this fateful meeting.


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