Staring at the dark circles under my eyes in the mirror, I was finally convinced that I had to do sothing about this recurring nightmare before I really lose it. The answer was simple enough to identify but as always it was much harder to execute. I should tell Hayden about the dream and simply ask him about it. There are two reasons why I haven’t done that just yet.
First, I had been trying to understand what the dream could an and how it may have a link to reality. So far, I’ve co up with a very plausible theory even if I do say so myself. Second, it was just plain hard to bring this topic up to Hayden. Sothing told
that he wouldn’t like to discuss it with .
I’ve realized it way before now that Hayden wasn’t a fan of digging up old relics from the past.
It was a few days later when I found the perfect opportunity to talk about it with Hayden. Thankfully, we didn’t have to do anything in preparation for our wedding ceremony or celebration. The boss was happy enough if we could just stick to the old sequence that we rehearsed last ti which was easy enough for both of us. That ant that we both had a lot of free ti on our hands.
I’ve taken a break from accepting new commission art projects for now, but this free ti gave
the opportunity to wrap up so pending commissions.
There was an urgent piece of work that I had to work on that couldn’t be pushed back like so of the rest. Ironically, it was a painting of a couple who were getting married. The bride’s mother had commissioned it as a wedding present for her daughter. That ant that the painting had to be completed in ti before her daughter’s wedding.
It was quite funny that I had to be working on a wedding present for soone else when my own celebration was just around the corner.
Hayden walked into my art studio late in the afternoon and that caught
by surprise. I cocked my head to the side as he plopped himself down on a stool close to . I wondered why Hayden was ho so early today.
"Not so much work today?" I took a guess.
"Yeah…thankfully…" Hayden replied as he shrugged off his white suit.
"Are you hungry? It might be a little early for dinner now, though…" I asked before shifting my attention back to the painting in front of .
I felt Hayden’s presence close behind
and realized that he was standing behind
now. He was probably looking at the paint that I was working on.
"Looks good. Your client is getting married?" he asked.
"No, but her daughter is. That’s why I’m working hard to finish this off," I replied before I turned to flash him a smile.
"I guess you’re not excited about our wedding anymore…" Hayden said with a small laugh.
"I’m just praying that it would go smoothly this ti, or your father will pop a vein sowhere for sure," I teased back.
"It better go well because it would be truly sad if we had to take a fourth crack at it," Hayden replied with a laugh.
"Are you free later today?" I asked while trying to keep my tone light and casual.
"I am. Why?" Hayden replied.
"Want to take a little stroll in the garden today with ? It’s been a long while…" I suggested invitingly.
"…Sure," Hayden replied before he wrapped his arms around my shoulders and hugged
from behind.
"I need to work, you know…" I muttered in slight protest.
"Right. I’ll leave you to it. I’ll be around…call
when you’re done," Hayden said as he willingly let go of .
When Hayden left, I let out a long sigh. This is going to be a strange and very difficult conversation for , and I had no idea how Hayden would react. If I got this all wrong, he would probably think that I’ve lost my mind for sure.
…
The wind in my face and hair was pleasant and calming. Hayden held my hand as we walked slowly through the gardens of the mansion. It just before sunset and there was just enough light from the sun in the sky. After we have this chat, which shouldn’t take long, we should be in ti to have our usual dinner together.
"Should we take a seat?" I said invitingly when we arrived in front of a bench.
This area in was quite deep in the garden and it was very private. Normally, no one ventured into the gardens that often anyways besides from the gardeners and it was past their working hours by then. I figured that no one would disturb us here and the view from this bench was a bonus to the eyes.
"Sure," Hayden agreed passively.
We sat down on the bench side and side. I took in a deep breath as if to enjoy the fresh air but that wasn’t the case. The truth was, I was so nervous of what I needed to say to him.
"Umm…You lied, right?" I asked.
Hayden turned to look at
with an astonished look on his face. He didn’t bother to hide his surprise at my words and then his eyes narrowed at .
Did that co out too much like an accusation just now? Why does it look like Hayden’s about to pounce on
and tear
to tiny pieces?
"I an…" I mumbled as I tried to find better words. So much for rehearsing this beforehand…
"I have no idea what you’re talking about," Hayden replied quite darkly.
The coward in
told
that it wasn’t too late to turn this conversation around to talk about sothing else instead. However, I no longer wanted to listen to the coward in .
"When you told
that you didn’t know anything about the last ti that I was kidnapped. You were lying, right?" I asked again, this ti with much more context than the last.
--To be continued…
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