25. We're Not Alone

I was so caught up in my own thoughts, I never noticed Miriam approaching. The shock flipped the book from my fingers. It slid across my thigh and fell out of view.

When the Gem awakens to call a Hero, the world is ill prepared...and its fate is placed in the hands of a 17 year old boy, named Wendell. 

Some will say this is nothing but a tale of fiction.
Let them think as they may. 

After all...I can't fix stupid.

Previously: Attacked in the dark, our hero and his companions help a farmer and his children flee from danger. Wendell is wounded, and the party makes a hasty retreat into the wilderness.

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Just because someone says, "That’s not possible. You can’t do that," doesn’t mean it’s true. Some of the best experiences in my life have been from proving someone wrong in a good thing.

It hurt…every time I saw her, it just…hurt.

It was also a sure sign that it was a dream. 

She looked up into my eyes, reached her hand around my neck, and pulled me closer. 

I liked this part. Her…pulling me in. 

She wanted to be closer to me. 

Me, mind you, which was…well, pretty fantastic, dream or not.

Leaning in, she closed her eyes and pressed her soft, full, warm lips to mine.

Help me.

Again the voice. Right at that key moment? It couldn’t wait until AFTER she was done kissing me? For all I knew, she might want a second kiss! 

Sigh.

That voice haunted me. Pulled at my heart. It was, somehow, familiar to me and couldn’t figure out why? It drifted away from me, down the hallway, but I couldn’t see anyone. The spooky part was, I heard it through more than just my ears. I heard it through my skin. The hairs on my arms and neck snapped up, like a mild shock of electricity traveling up my spine to the top of my head.

Help me, please.