Chapter Forty
She was so beautiful. I wondered if she understood just how beautiful she was.
I could have stood there all morning and just watched her, but I decided that I really didn’t want her to think that I was a creep.
I moved from my spot across the hall and walked over to her.
I still couldn’t believe that it was my real life, that she was a part of my life.
How many years had I seen visions, glimpses of her?
How many years did I ache to know her, to hold her in my arms?
How long had I waited to be able to tell her how much I loved her?
Instead, I had to wait. Things were done differently on Earth.
Friendship was close to romance in my opinion, so I was happy that our relationship was progressing, that we were friends.
It was only a matter of time before we would be able to go back to Terra together.
I thought about my journey to Earth. The memories I had of that lady in the Dungeons of the Mist were so clear in my mind.
She granted me my greatest desire from the Ancients.
I would be with my song. It was easy to find joy in my travels to Earth, even when Ryker was flustered.
I took in my surroundings, understanding that the cave in Oregon was the passageway to return home with Emma.
It was a small grouping of caverns directly off of the coast. I could even recall how the salty air tasted.
“Hello, Emma,” I said as she played with her locker.
She looked at me, and her melody rang out to mine, connecting within a few seconds.
I knew she didn’t mean to do it, and it surprised me every single time.
It wasn’t usual to elicit that type of reaction, or to respond in that way, but I knew Emma had no training.
I was pretty sure that the Ancients had planted an earthling as my song, just to keep her safe.
“Hey,” she said, fumbling with her lock.
“Counter-clockwise,” I said in her ear and enjoyed the way her melody soared again and drove right into me.
I watched as she nodded and finally got it right.
She swung the door open, and there was the yellow flower that I had placed inside of it.
I had memorized her combination by watching her open her locker before.
She looked at the rose, and joy overcame her soul.
I was happy as I watched. She moved the tag to see the word, “friendship,” and her melody grew sad.
Did she not like the idea of being my friend?
I found ‘friendship’ to be the most important quality in a relationship.
Ours was new, and being able to confide in each other was a start; friendship was the natural start.
I wanted to be her best friend, her boyfriend as they called it there at school, and I thought the note would convey that; however, it seemed I had gotten it wrong.