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ONCE UPON A MOONLIT PATH, Part 2: Chapter 4
The two walked side by side, their arms linked, beneath the moonlit sky hearing the distant violas that played inside the main house. Her eyes took in the cobblestone path leading the way within the beautiful garden as trees surrounded them, outlining the night sky.
In a rather spontaneous moment, he took her by the hands and started spinning her about the garden as music from inside the house wafted out and into the air. Their laughter joined the music and he finally stopped twirling her, his blue eyes looking into her hazel ones.
She blinked for a second, and when she opened her eyes, she was alone upon a certain familiar moonlit path…
Marissa awoke, sitting up in bed, her heart thudding in her chest. Her breath softened as she gazed about the room. The fairy lights adorning the wall filled the room with an iridescent glow, much like the blue lit mist along that certain path. In that moment, thoughts of the next approaching full moon filled her mind, as that was when she would go to the path and Christopher would meet her.
Until then, she had to settle for seeing him in dreams.
She got out of bed, walking over to her window and looking out to the waxing gibbous moon. Her eyes focused on the nightscape. She could feel the pulsing of energy permeating that path in the park.
When her eyes closed, she saw beginnings of blue mist forming in the park. Her stomach churned with excitement as she anticipated the night she (and Christopher) awaited.
It was drawing near.
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Marissa sighed, staring at her laptop. She glanced over at her coffee cup. The liquid was cold and filled only a quarter of the mug.
I could definitely use a refill. And a break!
She rose from her desk chair, exiting her office at the Wentworth House and went down the stairs, pausing for a moment to step into the drawing room. A small smile crossed her lips as she took a glance at Christopher’s portrait. For a second, his likeness seemed to move a little, his expression growing softer. With a small sigh, she walked through the dining room, also taking a look at the mirror above the mantle, imagining Christopher seeing her from the other side.
Forcing herself back to the present, she walked through the front entrance and stepped outside to the extensive grounds.
In the distance, a dark figure walked across the field.
Marissa’s eyes narrowed as she started toward it, but the figure suddenly disappeared, making her steps come to an abrupt halt. She continued toward the barn, entering inside the large, quiet building. She headed toward the kitchen.
Savoring the stillness, she scooped coffee into a filter, shut the lid, and turned the coffee maker on. Its low rumbling tapped into the quiet as she walked over to the window and looked out. The wind lightly blew tree branches and she thought she could hear a whisper over the working coffee maker.
Christopher...
She couldn’t understand what was being said, but his passion for her was felt. Her mind wandered back to that moonlit path and how she would be going there to meet him again very soon. In that moment, the room began to waiver and her surroundings change.
Marissa found herself in the drawing room, standing before Christopher’s painting. He seemed to smile, his expression beckoning. From the corner of her eye, she could see the mantle mirror in the dining room also wavering.
I’ll be seeing you. His voice filled her.
Marissa closed her eyes, opening them again to find herself back in the barn's kitchen. The coffee was done and she dumped what cold coffee was left into the sink. She refilled her cup and headed back to her office in the main house.
Once she arrived, she sat down and returned to her work.
As Marissa started working on some new plans for a forthcoming event, she was interrupted by the sound of her phone going off in her bag, her ringtone indicating a text message.
She picked it up and swiped up her screen.
How’s it going?
Marissa’s heart lurched into her throat as she saw the name of the sender.
Patrick...
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