Part 1975 – Sammy And Lee Together Again.

John wanted to wallow in his misery, but he thought about Barbara. “I can’t do this.” He sat up and rubbed his tears away. “I can’t just lie here and be miserable. Not today.”

He got out of bed. “I need to pull myself together and keep it together for Barbara’s sake.”

John opened his closet and removed his tuxedo. “Okay. I can do this.”

***

I can do this. I can do this.

Sammy pulled on his midnight blue suit jacket. It was a very close match to his true dragon color. The shined silver buttons on his sleeves were reminiscent of his head crest. And he didn’t have to look in a mirror to know that he looked good. He knew it.

He thought about Deliosa and smiled.

A potted rosebush appeared in the middle of the bed, tottering uneasily and waiting for one good reason to tip over altogether.

The heady scent of old fashioned roses filled the room.

Lee, I can’t wait to see you again.

His phone rang and he quickly answered it. “Hello?”

“Hi, Samer!”

The potted rosebush sprouted a dozen more blooms.

“Lee.”

“Are we still on tonight? Are we going to Barbara’s wedding?”

“Yes. I want to see you.” The words rushed out in reckless abandon. “I. I mean I’m looking forward to seeing you at the wedding.”

She laughed and another rosebush appeared next to the other one. “Oh, Samer. You don’t have to wait that long. I’m here.”

“Here?”

“Waiting outside your front door. I’m hoping you’ll let me in.”

His entire bed transformed into a giant potted rosebush.

Kittens and puppies playing on fluffy clouds. Flying. Flying with Deliosa. Flying to wherever we wish. Freedom. Tourmalines. Peridot. Diamonds. Sapphires. Emeralds. Deliosa’s pale blue hair. Her face. Her voice.

The bed returned to normal.

“I’ll be right there.”

***

Sammy managed to keep his mind in a calm state.

His mind was a still lake, a smooth mirror.

Placid.

Calm.

Unthinking.

Unfeeling.

Expressionless.

Blank.

Until he opened the front door and saw her standing there.

Deliosa wore a high-low hemmed dress that was colored to resemble a semi-black opal. At first it seemed to be a clouded non-color, but there were hints of pink and green and yellow with small spots of electric blue. Her light blue hair lay loose over her shoulders in a deliberately unstyled style. The gold tips of her hair shined in the house’s light.

He gaped. A picture on the wall behind him unhinged and face-planted on the floor. “You look amazing.”

“As do you. Are we going to become skye?”

“I’m afraid not. Someone would be bound to notice that we arrived without a car.”

“Hm. True.”

“I wish I could say it doesn’t matter, but I’ve been raised to believe that it does matter.”

She shrugged. “You’re talking to someone who saw her family be caught and killed by poachers. I know the risk of trusting the wrong people with our secret.” She took his hands.

The picture lifted off the floor and UFOed its way down the basement stairs.

“I’m glad I don’t have to keep that secret from you.” Sammy said. “I trust you, Lee. I trust you with my heart.”

She smiled at him. “And I trust you, Samer, with mine.”

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