Forever by Kamery Solomon Read Free Book Online

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Emilee’s mind, feeling for a break somewhere. Her defenses were like iron and
just as I was about to give up and think of another way to take control, I
found the tiniest of cracks in her self control.
    Gently, I pushed at the weak spot until
I made my way completely through it. I was hit by a wall of emotions I never
realized she’d been holding from me. I could feel her timid fear at what was
happening, the pain she still felt over the loss of her mother—and love.
Suddenly, I realized the love was for me. It was overwhelming, strong, and
true. I felt my own heart warm in the revelation that she loved me.
    Curious, I opened my own mind a little
and released some of my own emotions, mostly my love for her. She softly gasped
as she felt what I did, and her grip became even tighter as the foreign
feelings invaded her. The wave of shock eventually subsided and all we were
left with was love. It felt wonderful, our feelings plainly displayed.
    “Are you ready?” I asked, my excitement
finally overtaking my feelings.
    “That wasn’t it?” She giggled as my
feelings pushed against hers.
    “Not even close,” I laughed.
    “Okay, I’m ready then.”
    “Keep your eyes closed,” I reminded,
even though she’d never opened them. I closed my own as well, and took a deep
breath.
    Slowly, I began to weave one of my
memories into existence. When I was finished, I opened my eyes to survey my
handiwork.
    The green hills of Scotland formed
around us, the blue sky stretching as far as I could see—not a single cloud
marred its appearance. A gentle stream trickled through the grasses. Even the
slight breeze was exactly as I remembered it.
    When I was finally satisfied I had
remembered everything correctly, I had Emilee open her eyes. Her smile was
contagious.
    “Where are we?” She stepped out of my
embrace and bent down to touch the grass, laughing.
    “Scotland,” I chuckled. “I spent a
summer here once, long ago. The Fae held rituals in these hills.”
    “What kind of rituals?” She questioned
further.
    “The kind that are either too
embarrassing to remember or too complicated to explain,” I laughed again.
    “I’ve read stories of people being
enchanted by fairies and led away,” she said as she twirled around, her arms
outstretched. “Is that what you did? You led young girls away to their doom?”
She giggled as she waited for my answer.
    “Not exactly. We always made sure they
made it home safely,” I said uncomfortably. My reply caused her to stop her
twirling.
    “Oh,” she said apologetically.
    “Eh, it's no big deal.” I laughed away
the uncomfortable feelings. I didn’t seem to care about my past endeavors at
that moment. “That's not why we're here, anyway.”
    Emilee looked at me, eyebrows raised and
smiled slightly. “Oh? And why are we here then?” she teased.
    “To dance—why else?” I held my hand out
to her and remembered the music of Scottish bagpipes. As the sound filled the
air around us, and Emilee took my hand. She surprised me when she began the
traditional dance that went along with the song.
    We danced joyously until there was no
music I could remember. It felt like we’d been together for mere minutes,
although, I was sure that hours had passed. With a breathless gesture, we
flopped down onto the grass, finding our way into each other's arms, and gazed
up into the blue sky. I was thinking of what to say next, when Emilee beat me
to the punch.
    “What’s the worst thing you’ve ever
done?” she giggled.
    “Wow, what a question!” I laughed. I
pondered for a moment longer and then answered.
    “I had this friend, Michael and we did
so much stuff together,” I laughed. “We were actually responsible for a lot of
things humans can’t explain.”
    “Like what?” she asked excitedly.
    “Michael had power that made him able to
cloak a person’s appearance for a limited amount of time. We weren’t very
responsible with it,” I chuckled, remembering all of the trouble