Authors: Mary Ting
Beyond (62 page)
And she did, most likely thinking I had something important thing to say.
“
No, nobody else here, ”
I said, slowly and sarcastically.
Her face turned blood red.
“
You ’
re unbelievable!
”
she shot back.
“
I know I am, ”
I said, matter-of-factly.
“
I didn ’
t mean it in a good way!
”
she said coldly.
“
Ohhh…she got you there, ”
Davin chuckled.
“
Good one. I like her.
”
Ouch. She burst my ego. And Davin wasn
’
t helping.
“
I did, ”
I said with my chin held up high.
She stared at me as if I had hurt her feelings
.
I felt really badly. Then she started pacing back and forth.
“
Great job, Michael, ”
Davin said.
“
Now she hates you.
”
I wanted to reach out and apologize, but before I could do anything, she parted her lips to speak.
“
Ahhh!
You are just…just…just…
.
”
S
he was lost for words again.
Guilt consumed m
e and I could no longer handle myself.
“
Do you have any idea why you are here?
”
“
No, I don ’
t know why I ’
m here or how I got here…and you don ’
t know why I ’
m here. So what do I do?
”
H
er voice trembled.
I was close to just losing it; I wouldn
’
t be able to handle myself seeing her in pain.
“
Since I have no answers for you, perhaps you should go back.
”
My tone was flat.
“
You shouldn ’
t follow me, and you shouldn ’
t be here.
I don ’
t care how you get back, but it ’
s too dangerous here, and humans are not allowed.
You must go.
Do you understand?
”
She looked at me. Her eyes welled up with tears. I couldn ’
t do this anymore. It was killing me to be rude to her. If only she knew what I was , if only she knew how long I ’
d waited to be in her presence. I wanted to hold her close enough to feel her heartbeat and whisk her away to my world. Then she looked frightened; all the more reason to hold her and comfort her. But I could not! She wasn ’
t moving, so I did the only thing I could do.
“
You give me no choice. Davin, I know you ’
re listenin g .
Get her out now .
”
“
Oh sure…first you want me gone and now you want me to do something for you. Fine!
”
“
Stop talking. You ’
re making this difficult. Just do it, please, before I change my mind, ”
I said to Davin.
A light
glowed around her , and then it completely engulfed her.
She became translucent, and disappeared right in front of my eyes. My heart dropped, not knowing when I would have this opportunity again. I let out a deep miserable sigh. That was just awful. She ’
d left with the impression I was rude. If she remembered me at all, she would only have hatred toward me. Maybe it was better this way. We couldn ’
t be together anyway. I would be chasing after a dream…a dream I wanted to be in forever.
“
Let ’
s go, Michael, ”
Davin said.
“
If she ever comes back, I ’
ll take over. You weren ’
t…nice at all. I mean…what guy in his right mind would say those words to a pretty gal standing in front of him? I guess you lost your mind when you saw her. You ’
ve really got it bad for her.
”
He slapped me on my back and chuckled.
I let out a heavy sigh again, feeling utterly empty.
“
Don ’
t tell anyone about her, okay?
”
I muttered, walking back. My legs suddenly felt heavy. It was difficult to move.
“
Don ’
t worry…I won ’
t. Besides, who would believe me? I make up all sort of crazy stories all the time.
”
I laughed out loud.
“
You sure do, my friend. But seriously, you talk about her, and you won ’
t be able to tell any crazy stories ever again.
”
“
Why, I ’
m hurt, Michael; choosing a girl over me, your best friend?
”
“
She ’
s pretty to look at, and you ’
re not.
”
“
Speak for yourself.
”
“
See you at the fountain, ”
I said, and took off before Davin had a chance to realize I was gone.
“
Hey… wait for me. No fair, Mr. Rude.
”
I heard that
, I told him telepathically.
Davin huffed an irritated sigh.
I heard that too
.
Davin rolled his eyes.
“
Yeah, you would. And I meant for you to hear that!
”
Davin chuckled.
Coming in late 2013
The Final Installment of the Crossroads Saga
Eternity
Crossroads Saga Book 4
Where it all began…
About the Author
Mary Ting resides in Southern California with her husband and two children. She enjoys o il painting and making jewelry.
Writing Crossroads was a way to grieve the de ath of her beloved grandmother.
It was inspired by a dream she once had as a young girl.
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