Remember Me

Michael’s eyes, warm as an embrace, drew me to him. He twined his fingers around mine, and when our palms met, everything fell away - the room, the cathedral, St. Mary’s, the crypt. We stood in a place bathed in light, the colors of the rainbow filling my vision.

A bearded giant of a man, his hands resting on the hilt of a sword so broad it was as wide as me, stood in front of an octagonal building with a beam of light shooting from its center into the vastness of space. He nodded when our eyes met, but didn’t speak.

“Where are we?” I asked in a whisper. Michael dipped his head, resting his forehead on mine, our noses touching.

“We’re nowhere. Everywhere. We’re on the Bridge between worlds.”

“How did we get here? And why is there no Remembering?” I shivered as I realized I might Remember things with Michael right here beside me. I didn’t want him to know just what kind of monster I’d become since the time when he loved me.