Lily’s story continues and more questions arrive… as they are want to do…
Speak into the Air
Because he loved her, because it was important to her, Lily’s Eternal read.
I have a wish.
I’m sure you have seen many of them. There are demands on you …people asking for things every moment …for themselves.
I’m not asking for me. I’m asking for her.
You know her as Lillian. I call her Lily.
Once she was here. Then someone appeared and offered her something. Something that she couldn’t explain to me. Said that I would never believe her.
She was right, of course. How could someone like me understand what she was offered? All I knew was that she was going to leave and never return.
I should have fought for her, you would say. But it’s impossible to fight for something that is already gone. When she told me she was going, her mind was made up already. She told me it wasn’t my fault. Nothing I did made her decide to go, she said.
But she left.
My life ended on that day.
I don’t know why I am still here, why I am writing this, what good it will do. It took years to stop thinking about her. I thought I did.
But in my dreams I saw her. I saw her with someone else. She looked like she was happy. I could never hear her voice or see them clearly, but something wasn’t right. When I woke, the dreams were gone in a moment, with an echo of her in my thoughts until the day pushed it aside for the things that I had to do.
Then it all changed.
When I dream now, I see her sitting in the middle of an empty room, looking out a window. Alone. She isn’t happy; she grieves, and I can almost touch her in my dreams. But something stops me, pulls me away from her. I call out her name and she doesn’t hear me.
Every night, the same dream; every night she doesn’t hear me.
The dreams are all that I think about now. She is Lily; I know she is, in spite of the horns and tail, in spite of the gloom. She is the woman that I never should have let go of.
I have heard stories of a world called the Realm, of a Queen named Tera. She’s there with you, or so the mystics have told me. Explained to me how you are compassionate, how you are not, as I thought, evil …
How you care.
I have a wish for you.
This part of the wish is for you. Please try and help her. Please?
The other part of the wish is that you give Lily this note so she can read the rest herself.
I’m sorry I let you go. I’m sorry that I didn’t fight for you, didn’t convince you to stay. If I had the chance to do this all over again, none of this would happen. You’d be happy.
Maybe you would stay with me, see that being here was better than doing what you did.
I wish that there was a way to make you happy, even if that meant losing you again.
Life has been empty without you. My dreams tell me you feel the same.
I wish that it had been different.
Please, help me to make it be different.
He looked at the note, dog-eared, the paper turning color from white to shades of brown and gray. It didn’t make any sense at all. He’d never written such a thing.
“Lily, is this a joke?”
She shook her head, “No, not even close to one.”
The look on her face kept him from laughing or dismissing everything out of hand. Instead he took a spot beside her on the couch, set the note, as he saw it, to the side and took her hand. “Explain it to me.”
She smiled, that little, little smile that was her way to steel herself when she needed to tell him something. That told him that, whatever was going on, it was important to her, and so it was to him as well.
“I am … I am not the Lily you know right now. I am a Lily that comes after she makes a choice; one that means she’ll leave you and never return.”
He nodded slightly, “Okay. How do I know that’s for real?”
She sighed and then stood up, turning to face him still on the couch. “I’ll show you.”
She seemed to shimmer, and then he saw her in a silver dress, one that just made her look stunning. And there in her hair were a pair of small amber horns, while, peeking out from under her dress, a heart-tipped amber tail appeared, as well. Then a pair of angel wings was on her back and a halo was above her head.
He just looked at her for a long moment.
Lily didn’t know what to make of his reaction, and she began to turn away from him, thinking that all was lost … forever.
“Lily … Please don’t.”
The tone of his voice made a lump catch in her throat. He couldn’t possibly accept this … all of this … so quickly, could he?
“I don’t understand what’s going on. I don’t need to. I know that something is wrong. Talk to me … please?”
She turned back to him, her tail wrapped around her waist like a belt. “There is a place called the Realm. There are beings there called succubi and incubi … I …”
“It’s not important.”
Her only reaction to that was to blink.
“It’s not important because you are still the woman I love. What you are now, or then, doesn’t matter. You do.”
She put her hands over her nose and lips before continuing in a soft voice, “I should have known better. But I didn’t. I …”
“No Lily. If this is supposed to be a chance to change things, then tell me how we do that. What you are talking about …” He picked up the note, folded it, and showed it to her. “This says that we have a second chance to make things right. How do we do that?”
She wrung her hands, “Become like me. Come with me … please?”
“Is that all it takes?”
She laughed, “Oh probably not. It was hell getting to be here, to see you, to have this chance. It can’t possibly be that easy.”
He stood up, still holding the note in his hand. “It doesn’t matter. All that does matter is that whatever happened to you … to me. It’s not going to happen again.”
Lily started to cry, sobbing, words trying to come out of her, not making any sense at all. He came close, the note in one hand, his other now touching her chin and drawing her to look at him in his eyes, his deep chocolate brown eyes. “We will be okay.”
“I hope so.”
“I know so.”
Then a voice called out … “Lillian.”
The note glowed again, brightly, and then a flash of both light and darkness came …