Page 37 of Michael's Awakening
Chapter Fifteen
Michael
Everything was consumed by darkness. The sky was black, with not even the moon or stars to illuminate the earth below. But the dreariness was deeper than that. Darkness was everywhere and seeped into me, into my soul, wrapping around my insides and cackling menacingly as I was pulled under the wave of hopelessness.
Silence weighed heavily on me as I stood in the middle of a wasteland.
Tall stacks of smoke billowed all around me and filled my lungs with toxins. I was being suffocated. My throat was clogged and my breaths came out in small gasps. Turning my head, I observed my surroundings in an attempt to distract myself from my smothering despair, but everything was unfamiliar.
I was outside, but that’s all I knew for certain.
Cold air jabbed into me like a thousand small knives as I walked across the scorched earth, with no direction in mind. I was lost. A lost vessel in a sea of chaos.
That’s when I saw it. Hope.
Within the depths of the darkness, a single white rose suddenly grew from the ashes of the charred ground. A dazzling light surrounded it as its petals fanned out, giving it an ethereal glow that silently beckoned to me. The suffocation in my lungs ceased at that moment, releasing me from death’s icy grip.
As I approached the rose, its light grew more intense until I had to shield my eyes from the full force of it. Once I lowered my arms and glanced back down at it, it was gone. But something else was in its place.
Gabriel.
He sat where the rose once stood and peered up at me with concerned blue eyes. A white, flowing robe drifted around him, encircling his body. His eyes held a ghostly glow as he watched me, but he didn’t say a word, he just sat in silence. The delicate frame of his body was luminescent and gave off a glimmering light. Just like an angel.
“Gabriel?” My voice came out muffled as if I was speaking from underwater.
“Michael…” he whispered my name, his voice coming from all directions and echoing throughout all the corners of my mind. “Don’t hide from me anymore.”
“Angel, I don’t know how to tell you. To show you.” Each time I spoke, my words became clearer, as if I was rising up from the crushing weight of the tide that was pulling me under.
His eyes grew sad as he slowly began to fade away. “Try… for me.”
“No! Don’t leave me. Please!” I fell to my knees and tried to grab onto him, but my hands just swept right through his body. Panicked, I screamed his name as his head turned to solemnly gaze at me.
And then he faded away. He was gone, leaving nothing behind except for ashes that slowly drifted away with the soft breeze.
And I was left in darkness.
This time of my own making.
Sitting at my desk, I stared blankly out the window as I remembered my dream from the night before. I knew what it was trying to tell me, that I needed to tell Gabriel the truth soon or I’d lose him forever.
He was being patient with me, but that would only last so long before he snapped to his senses and left.
Gabriel and I’d been seeing each other for a little over three weeks, and I still hadn’t told him the truth, a fact that had obviously subconsciously caused one of the worst nightmares I’d had in a long time– him leaving me.
Not a day within those three weeks had we gone without seeing each other, though, and I felt closer to him than I ever thought possible, which both terrified and excited me at the same time.
I’d taken him out to dinner or ordered dinner in every single night, went out to the movies, bowling, and I’d even taken him to the Fall Festival that our town held every year. He loved the Ferris wheel, and I loved making out with him at the top of it. So it was a win-win for both of us.
We did everything thatnormalcouples usually did, and it felt incredible. I gave in to him a little within those weeks and broke my ‘just kissing’ rule. We still hadn’t had sex again, but I’d given him countless blowjobs. His dick was just too perfect not to touch.
I hadn’t allowed him to touch me, though, even though he had given me his famous pout.
Most importantly, within those three weeks, we talked constantly and I felt like I knew him better than I had ever known anyone before. Apart from my shady past, I opened up to Gabriel and told him things about myself that I had never told another soul.
He even told his brother and father about me, as well as his friend Melissa. I hadn’t met them yet, but Gabriel wanted me to meet them very soon. He asked if I’d come with him to his family’s Thanksgiving dinner– which was a little over a week away.
That’s why I was going to tell—and show—him everything.
