Cara Mia

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
She is visited by a lover in a dream every night. And every day she sees a man in a restaurant. She doesn't know him, but he knows her. And her lover wants to get her away from him...
Please tell me what you think, I want to make a sequel!

Submitted: July 31, 2012

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Submitted: July 31, 2012



Who is he? He takes me by the hand and leads me through the neverendings pathways of his cave.

"Cara mia, why do you look so scared?"

His mask covers his eyes, but I can see that he truly wants to know, he truly does.

"I don't know.." I stammer, "I can't see in the dark, remember?"

"Then let me be your eyes," he said, and I could feel his smile through the darkness surrounding us.

I couldn't even see what I was wearing. Something light and floaty. I think it was white. "Are we there yet?"

He sighed," you musn't be so impatient," he soothed, in his delicious accent, which I couldn't place, "Rome wasn't built in a day, you know."

His hand was strong around my weakling, white, sorry excuse of a hand. "I can't walk around in the dark forever."

"We've arrived, mon amour," he whispered into my ear as my eyes fluttered open and my alarm clock went off. I'd been having him in my dreams for a few days now. I should probably have stopped eating cold pizza before bed. I looked at myself in the mirror. "Oh God.." I groaned as I washed up and prepared myself for another long day. I threw on my uniform and biked to my work- McDonald's.

I kept thinking about him. I didn't even know his name. Oh, but he was so handsome. I never could see his eyes well, though. He was muscular and tan.. and the accent made me faint every time I heard him! But he was just a dream, I reminded myself. He was just a dream.

I parked my bike on the bike rack and made my way inside. Everything was as it should be- either frying in loads of oil and grease or being served to somebody. I hated this work. I trudged through my day taking people's orders until noon, when I had my lunch break. I usually brought lunch from home, but today I felt like going somewhere. I went to a nearby bistro and ordered a tuna sandwich. The woman behind the counter look tired. "Keep the change," I insisted.

Sitting down, all I thought about was food. i wanted it desperately. Usually, I never ate much during the day, but lately, I was extremely hungry. It was weird, but I just thought it was my period or something.

I just ate mindlessly as something in the restaurant caught my eye. There was a man who looked vaguely familiar... he looked at me, but I turned away. I didn't want to look as if I was staring or anything. I continued to eat mindlessly until I felt his gaze burning a hole into my face. Who was he? Why was he so familiar?

I returned to work, totally forgetting about the man in the restaurant. What did he matter, anyways? I would probably never see him again.

"Welcome to McDonald's, may I take your order?" over and over again. When I returned home, that's all I heard, ringing thorugh my head like a bell. "Make it stop," I pleaded, "make it stop."

"Stop crying, cara mia," he whispered to me, stroking my hair.

"But it's all I hear!" The phrase slowly turned into nothing, he seemed to have "stroked it away." "How did you do that?" I asked.

He laughed. "I did nothing. It was all you."

I smiled, "You lie."

"Never, dearest. So, tell me about your day."

I said how hungry I've been lately and how boring work was. "Oh, and there was this strange man in this restaurant today. I feel like I know him."

His brow furrowed. "You feel like you know him?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Nothing, cara mia." He was obviously puzzled. "Speaking of nothing.." he began, pulling me closer to him, as I began to feel as if I were in a dream.. within a dream. When his lips pulled away from mine, he looked at me through the mask. "Be careful, my dearest," he warned. My eyes opened and I repeated my routine. I went to work, took orders, made change... and then again I went to that bistro. I was famished. The man wasn't there today- I felt a faint sense of disappointment.

"Hi," said the man, appearing form behind me,"may I sit here?"

"Go ahead," I said gesturing to the chair in front of me. He sat down. "Do I know you?"

He laughed,"We have a mutual friend. He looks a little like me."

Now I was the puzzled one. "Oh, do tell. I'm afraid I've drawn a blank."

He looked at me like I had lost my marbles. "You know who I am talking about?"

I shook my head. "You look like someone from a dream."

"Ah, my dear, I'm surely not that handsome."

"That's not what I meant. You look like someone form a dream of mine." He looked like.... him. Why would he tell me to be careful?

He smiled. "That's what I meant. "

"How do you know...?"

"That's for me to know."

I suddenly was intrigued by his mysteriousness; he was rather handsome. "I have to go," I said, "my shift starts in ten minutes."

"Meet me here tomorrow," he whispered as I vanished out the door.

Work was dreary. For some reason, the phrase of yesterday had turned into music that wouldn't stop playing in my head. Over and over again I heard the same melody. "I don't feel well," I told my manager,"may I take the rest of the day off?"

"You don't look too good. Go ahead," he said," and take tomorrow off too! You don't look good at all!"

Thanks, Boss. Just what I want to hear.

As i biked home, the melody became stronger and stronger. I was tired, confused, and starving. I fell onto my bed, waiting for him to come. Waiting and waiting and waiting. I cried and the melody only grew stronger.

He came and let me cry into his shoulder. 'Make it stop," I pleaded.

"I don't know what you are talking about," he lied.

"Yes, you do!" I cried. "Make it stop."

He picked up my head form his shoulder and kissed me hard on the lips. He pushed me onto the ground and kissed me harder than before.

"What's wrong?" I asked. His eyes were wet, although I couldn't see them. He began to take off my gown, as i pulled some of his clothing off as well. When it came time, he led me to his bed and I asked him the one thing I'd wanted to ask for a long time.

"May I take off your mask?"

He nodded. I slowly took off his mask and gazed at the beauty of his face. But that was all I needed until my dream of dreams began. It was tender- it was soft- it was beautiful. how come it was never like this in college? I laid in his arms for the longest time as he whispered, "mia bella.... che bella..."

I turned to him as he kissed me on the forehead. "What is that melody in my head?"

"It is him," he whispered. "It is him." He hands began to shake.

"What are you talking about?"

"You told me about this man.  A man you saw. He seemed familiar."

"Oh, yes. I talked with him."

"Why, mia bella? Why?"

"He started a conversation!"

"He is a bad man..... tu ne peux pas le comprendre!" he bgan to swear in French. "Why, why, why?"

I tried to calm him down. 'What is wrong?"

"You are bearing my child," he said, "and he wants to take it away from us."

.....I want to keep going, please tell me what you think!

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