Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Of the Dream ❯ Of the Dream ( Chapter 4 )
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On October 22nd, Michelle went to see Timothy early in the morning. It was a Saturday, and the sun was shinning through the window of Timothy's room where Michelle sat. Timothy was trying to imagine what Michelle looked ask she tried to describe to him her position beside the window, expressing, and the scenery around him. Timothy imagined Michelle to be the most beautiful goddess sitting there to take care of him before he leaves this Earth.
Michelle smiled with a tender smile that Timothy cannot see. She walked towards is bed and sat down before him, as she spoke, "How are you feeling?"
"I'm fine, the weather's beautiful today, isn't it Michelle?"
"Yes, very.."
"Are you going to be ok, after all this is over?" Timothy suddenly spoke up.
"What do you mean?" Michelle inquired, wishing for not mentioning death.
"I mean...When I leave.."
There became complete silence, Michelle was so shocked by that statement, she didn't know what to say, before long silence tears appeared. Timothy sensed it and reached over to her face to wipe them away.
"I wish you wouldn't be like this when I'm gone. Don't cry, you'll become ill."
Between sniffles and sobs, Michelle tried to speak with a steady voice, "I know..."
Timothy put his hand upon her left cheek and Michelle placed her own upon his. Without knowing what was happening, she felt her eyes shut and Timothy's tender lips pressed against her own. It was a magical moment and she let it stay that way until both pulled apart slowly. It's true when they say the first kiss is the real meaningful kiss. She remembered her past with him and realized how significant and important those times were, and how he has truly changed her life. That kiss brought them together along with all their history.
Michelle smiled with a tender smile that Timothy cannot see. She walked towards is bed and sat down before him, as she spoke, "How are you feeling?"
"I'm fine, the weather's beautiful today, isn't it Michelle?"
"Yes, very.."
"Are you going to be ok, after all this is over?" Timothy suddenly spoke up.
"What do you mean?" Michelle inquired, wishing for not mentioning death.
"I mean...When I leave.."
There became complete silence, Michelle was so shocked by that statement, she didn't know what to say, before long silence tears appeared. Timothy sensed it and reached over to her face to wipe them away.
"I wish you wouldn't be like this when I'm gone. Don't cry, you'll become ill."
Between sniffles and sobs, Michelle tried to speak with a steady voice, "I know..."
Timothy put his hand upon her left cheek and Michelle placed her own upon his. Without knowing what was happening, she felt her eyes shut and Timothy's tender lips pressed against her own. It was a magical moment and she let it stay that way until both pulled apart slowly. It's true when they say the first kiss is the real meaningful kiss. She remembered her past with him and realized how significant and important those times were, and how he has truly changed her life. That kiss brought them together along with all their history.