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memory of that promise. I'm thirty years old, and I've started to despair of ever finding the woman I'm meant to be with. I had an ideal, you see, and no one lived up to my ideal. But my dream last night made everything clear to me." |
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D.J. looked up, hope lightening her heart. McCall had the answers? Wonderful. "I'm glad someone is clear around here, because I'm totally confused." |
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He ignored her temporary lapse into sarcasm as if she hadn't even spoken. "The truth didn't become clear to me right away. I've been fighting my feelings because I couldn't believe what my heart kept telling me. My mind insisted I had to remember my promise. I've been telling myself the same thing for so long, you see, it's become second nature. But my subconscious spoke up and sent the dream. And while I lay here, half-asleep, half-awake, you came in." He shrugged and spread his hands wide. "When you covered me up and then touched me." He snapped his fingers. "I knew." |
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"Huh?" D.J. gaped at him. "What's me?" |
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"You're the one. We're supposed to be together. That's what the dream meant. It showed me the future and how life could be if we were together. We're soul mates, D.J." |
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The fear returned, stronger than ever. Soul mates? McCall was starting to sound a lot like Josie. The concept of a soul mate terrified D.J. too much to contemplate. What happened if a person lost her soul mate? Did her soul die, too, while she was left to flounder about on the earth for the rest of her days? |
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